IZM

[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...