Текст песни Westside Connection - Izm (feat. Bruce Waynne)

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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

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