WESTSIDE CONNECTION lyrics : "izm"
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...
%#@!tt, 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...
Now let's get one thing straight
You f**kin with a ^!$$% thats liable to catch a case
I'll turn ya birthday into your worst day
(*##$ I'll have you on a high-speed chase on the first day
Umm, try 'n throw, I'm so, affiliated
This greenery got me sedated, I'm feelin faded
Hood life, the life of a robber on chrome wires n switches
A ^!$$% 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 C, f**k a MC, catch me in a MC on a buck twenty, (*##$ f**k wit me...
Some (*##$es 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 ^!$$%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 dick if you don't wanna blow dat
'cause (*##$es trip the Bulls, act like Prozac.
Now there's Gangsta-ism, and tribalism
I'm o
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