Westside Connection - Izm lyrics
[Westside Connection - Izm lyrics]
Yo, somethin dangerous man (gangstaa)
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
Do the math, baby, out of the sun
Even a susperstar, Cuz I'm a gangsta
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' priors than Richard
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
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 niggas gone feel it down range
Body feel strange (Blah!) No brain
I'm a throwback
That know how a gangsta do it and a ho' act
Get off tha dick if you don't wanna blow dat
Cuz bitches treat the bozack, 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
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
Every time I come around bitches starin at me
Point nigga Mack 10 from the Dub S-C
Wit a LA 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
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
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
Do the math, baby, out of the sun
Even a susperstar, Cuz I'm a gangsta
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' priors than Richard
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
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 niggas gone feel it down range
Body feel strange (Blah!) No brain
I'm a throwback
That know how a gangsta do it and a ho' act
Get off tha dick if you don't wanna blow dat
Cuz bitches treat the bozack, 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
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
Every time I come around bitches starin at me
Point nigga Mack 10 from the Dub S-C
Wit a LA 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
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