Izm Lyrics - Terrorist Threats - Westside Connection

Yo, somethin' dangerous man, gangsta 

Woo, 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 

Shit, don't play wit me 

An' in the game I'm as real as they come 

Threw the knife, baby, outta the sun 

Even a susperstar, 'cuz I'm a gangsta 

Now let's get one thing straight 

You fuckin' with a nigga, that's 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 an' throw, I'm so affiliated 

This greenery got me sedated, I'm feelin' faded 

Hood life, the life of a robber on chrome wires an' switches 

A nigga wit mo' crimes to riches 

A ghetto jump start 

Post it up with the tiny homies in my momma's front yard 

A hood pioneer, can't function without the smell of gunpowder 

An' 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? 

Woo, 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 

Shit, don't play wit me 

An' in the game I'm as real as they come 

Threw the knife, baby, outta the sun 

Even a susperstar, 'cuz I'm a gangsta 

Now 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 spits flame 

Y'all niggaz gone feel it down range 

Body feel strange, blah, no brain 

I'm a throwback 

That know how a gangsta do it an' 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 an' tribalism 

I'm only fuckin' wit survivalism 

Fo-fo to the do' is my religion, now wha's yours? 

Pray, before I bust yours 

Woo, 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 

Shit, don't play wit me 

An' in the game I'm as real as they come 

Threw the knife, baby, outta the sun 

Even a susperstar, 'cuz I'm a gangsta 

Woo, la la la, gangsta 

Woo, 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 L.A. fitted hat an' a fresh white tee 

Fulla flair an' pizzazz but I'm a straight up G 

Cocky 'cuz I'm rich, look good an' 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 

An' 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 whatchu heard 

You say you down for me, shit, but that's only words 

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

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

An' keep Big Daddy ridin' two-three's or betta 

Wood on the dash wit the peanut butta' leather 

An' like that Al Qaeda love, we can blow up togetha', holla 

Woo, 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 

Shit, don't play wit me 

An' in the game I'm as real as they come 

Threw the knife, baby, outta the sun 

Even a susperstar, 'cuz I'm a gangsta 

Woo, la la la, gangsta 

Woo, la la la, I'm a gangsta 

Gangsta 

'Cuz I'm a gangsta