Izm

Lyrics

[Intro: Mack 10] Yo, somethin' dangerous, man... (Gangsta) [Chorus: Bruce Waynne] Woo, do you wanna pimp wit' this guy? Do a buck on a ninety-five Run with them hookers when they're playin' shells Talk of sex-appeal, I was born gangsta Shit, 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 superstar (Aww) 'Cause I'm a gangsta... [Verse 1: W.C.] Now, let's get one thing straight You fuckin' with a nigga that's liable to catch a case I'll turn ya birthday to your worst day Bitch, I'll have you on a high-speed chase on a first date Umm, trifle, 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 young star Posted 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, jack-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 the MC doin' a buck twenty Bitch, fuck wit' me... [Chorus: Bruce Waynne] Woo, do you wanna pimp wit' this guy? Do a buck on a ninety-five Run with them hookers when they're playin' shells Talk of sex-appeal, I was born gangsta Shit, 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 superstar (Aww) 'Cause I'm a gangsta... [Verse 2: Ice Cube] Now, some bitches don't believe I can spit that 'Izm 'Til they wind up wit' dick all in 'em 'Til they find theyself pullin' off denim Intoxicated off this venom I kick game, big game, nickname Insane, Ice Cube spit flame Y'all 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 that 'Cause bitches treat the bozack, like Prozac Now there's Gangsta-ism and tribalism I'm only fuckin' wit' survivalism .44 to the dome is my religion, now what's yours? Pray, before I bust yours... [Chorus: Bruce Waynne] Woo, do you wanna pimp wit' this guy? Do a buck on a ninety-five Run with them hookers when they're playin' shells Talk of sex-appeal, I was born gangsta Shit, 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 superstar (Aww) 'Cause I'm a gangsta... [Post-Chorus: Bruce Waynne] (Woo!) La-la, la-la, la, la-la, la, la-la Gangsta... (Woo!) La-la, la-la, la, la-la, la, la-la I'm a gangsta... [Verse 3: 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 Full of 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, 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, full of 'izm, fuck what you 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, go get the chedda' And keep big daddy ridin' two-three's or better Wood on the dash wit' the peanut-butter leather And like that Al Qaeda love, we can blow up together, holla... [Chorus: Bruce Waynne] Woo, do you wanna pimp wit' this guy? Do a buck on a ninety-five Run with them hookers when they're playin' shells Talk of sex-appeal, I was born gangsta Shit, 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 superstar (Aww) 'Cause I'm a gangsta... [Post-Chorus: Bruce Waynne] (Woo!) La-la, la-la, la, la-la, la, la-la Gangsta... (Woo!) La-la, la-la, la, la-la, la, la-la I'm a gangsta... [Outro: Bruce Waynne] Gangsta... 'Cause I'm a gangsta...