Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song IZM , by - Westside Connection. Release date: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
IZM |
| 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… |
| 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… |
| 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… |
| 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… |
| 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… |
| 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… |