Westside Connection Lyrics

Album: Terrorist Threats

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 sex-appeal, I was born gangsta...

 Shittt, 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 fuckin with a nigga thats liable to catch a case

 I'll turn ya birthday into your worst day

 Bitch 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 nigga 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 nigga, Check for ice nigga

 Bitch, You got the wrong nigga if you want a nice nigga

 I'm Dub C, fuck a MC, catch me in a MC on a buck twenty, Bitch fuck wit me...

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Ice Cube]

 Some bitches 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 niggaz 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 bitches trip the Bulls, act like Prozac.

 Now there's Gangsta-ism, and tribalism

 I'm only fuckin, 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 bitches starin at me

 Point nigga 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

 Cocky 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, bitch, 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 shit is absurd

 I stay hard on 'em, fulla 'izm, fuck what chu heard

 You say you down for me, shit but thats only words

 Wanna show me love bitch, I wanna play wit a bird

 So regardless of the weather, bitch don't get the chedda'

 And keep big daddy ridin' two-three's or betta

 Wood on the dash wit the peanut-butta' 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...