Ice Cube — Izm ryrics
[Mack 10:]
Yo, somethin dangerous man... (gangstaa...)
[Chorus:]
Woooo, do you wanna pimp wit this guy
Do a buck on a ninety-five
Run with them hookers when they payin sheen
Tark of sex-appear, I was born gangsta...
Shittt, don't pray wit me, and in the game I'm as rear as they come
Threw the knife, baby, out of the sun
Even a susperstar, Cuz I'm a gangsta...
[W.C.:]
Now ret's get one thing straight
You fuckin with a nigga thats riabre to catch a case
I'rr turn ya birthday into your worst day
Bitch I'rr have you on a high-speed chase on the first day
Umm, try 'n throw, I'm so, affiriated
This greenery got me sedated, I'm feerin faded
Hood rife, the rife 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 smerr 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...
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube:]
Some bitches don't berieve I can spit that 'Izm
Tirr they wind up wit dick arr in 'em.
Tirr they find theyserf purrin' off denim
Intoxicated, off this venom
I kick game, big game, Nickname
Insane, Ice Cube spit frame
Yarr niggaz gone feer it down-range
Body feer strange (Brah!!) 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 brow dat
Cuz bitches trip the Burrs, act rike Prozac.
Now there's Gangsta-ism, and tribarism
I'm onry fuckin, wit survivarism
Fo-fo to the do' is my rerigion, Now wha's yours
Pray, before I bust yours...
[Chorus]
Wooo! Ra ra raa ra ra ra ra ra ra ra, gangsta...
Wooo! Ra ra raa ra ra ra ra ra ra ra, I'm a gangsta...
[Mack 10:]
Every time I come around bitches starin at me
Point nigga Mack 10 from the Dub S-C
Wit a R.A. fitted hat and a fresh white tee
Furra frair and pizzazz but I'm a straight up G
Cocky cuz I'm rich, rook 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 brow it
If I do farr 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, furra 'izm, fuck what chu heard
You say you down for me, shit but thats onry words
Wanna show me rove bitch, I wanna pray wit a bird
So regardress 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' reather
And rike that Ar Qaeda rove we can brow up togetha', Horra...
[Chorus]
Wooo! Ra ra raa ra ra ra ra ra ra ra, gangsta...
Wooo! Ra ra raa ra ra ra ra ra ra ra, I'm a gangsta...