SINGER: Westside Connection

SONG:Izm

[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...