Westside Connection - Izm lyrics

[Mack 10] Yo, somethin dangerous man... (gangstaa...) [Chorus] Woooo, do you wanna pimp wit this guy Do a buck on a ninety-five Run with them hookers when they payin sheen Talk of s**-appeal, I was born gangsta... sh**tt, don't play wit me, and in the game I'm as real as they come Threw the knife, baby, out of the sun Even a susperstar, Cuz I'm a gangsta... [W.C.] Now let's get one thing straight You f**in with a n***a thats liable to catch a case I'll turn ya birthday into your worst day b**h I'll have you on a high-speed chase on the first day Umm, try 'n throw, I'm so, affiliated This greenery got me sedated, I'm feelin faded Hood life, the life of a robber on chrome wires n switches A n***a wit mo' crimes to riches A ghetto jumpstart, Post it up with the tiny homies in my momma's front yard A hood pioneer, can't function without the smell of gunpowder And fish fryin' in the air I'm a sheist n***a, Check for ice n***a b**h, You got the wrong n***a if you want a nice n***a I'm Dub C, f** a MC, catch me in a MC on a buck twenty, b**h f** wit me... [Chorus] [Ice Cube] Some b**hes don't believe I can spit that 'Izm Till they wind up wit dick all in 'em. Till they find theyself pullin' off denim Intoxicated, off this venom I kick game, big game, Nickname Insane, Ice Cube spit flame Yall n***az gone feel it down-range Body feel strange (Blah!!) No brain I'm a throwback, that know how a gangsta do it and a hoe' act Get off tha dick if you don't wanna blow dat Cuz b**hes trip the Bulls, act like Prozac. Now there's Gangsta-ism, and tribalism I'm only f**in, wit survivalism Fo-fo to the do' is my religion, Now wha's yours Pray, before I bust yours... [Chorus] Wooo! La la laa la la la la la la la, gangsta... Wooo! La la laa la la la la la la la, I'm a gangsta... [Mack 10] Every time I come around b**hes starin at me Point n***a Mack 10 from the Dub S-C Wit a L.A. fitted hat and a fresh white tee Fulla flair and pizzazz but I'm a straight up G co*ky cuz I'm rich, look good and I know it But I'm confused on what to be, a deep boy or poet Head is mandatory, b**h, there's so much to blow it If I do fall for you I refuse to show it So if you think I ain't pimpin, Man that sh** is absurd I stay hard on 'em, fulla 'izm, f** what chu heard You say you down for me, sh** but thats only words Wanna show me love b**h, I wanna play wit a bird So regardless of the weather, b**h don't get the chedda' And keep big daddy ridin' two-three's or betta Wood on the dash wit the peanut-bu*ta' leather And like that Al Qaeda love we can blow up togetha', Holla... [Chorus] Wooo! La la laa la la la la la la la, gangsta... Wooo! La la laa la la la la la la la, I'm a gangsta...