Westside Connection - Izm Lyrics

Artist: Westside Connection Lyrics
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Album: Track 8 on Terrorist Threats
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[Mack 10]
Yo, somethin dangerous man... (gangstaa...)

[Chorus]
Woooo, do you want to 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, 'cause I'm a gangsta...

[W.C.]
Now let's get one thing straight
You ****in with a ***** that's liable to catch a case
I'll turn ya birthday into your worst day
***** 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 ***** 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 *****, Check for ice *****
*****, You got the wrong ***** if you want a nice *****
I'm Dub see, **** a MC, catch me in a MC on a buck twenty, ***** **** wit me...

[Chorus]

[Ice Cube]
Some *****es don't believe I can spit that 'Izm
Till they wind up wit **** 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
y'all *****z 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 **** if you don't want to blow dat
'cause *****es trip the Bulls, act like Prozac.
Now there's Gangsta-ism, and tribalism
I'm only ****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 *****es starin at me
Point ***** Mack 10 from the Dub S-see
Wit a L.A. fitted hat and a fresh white tee
Fulla flair and pizzazz but I'm a straight up G
Cocky 'cause 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, *****, 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 **** is absurd
I stay hard on 'em, fulla 'izm, **** what chu heard
You say you down for me, **** but that's only words
want to show me love *****, I want to play wit a bird
So regardless of the weather, ***** 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...


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