Song | Pushin' Weight |
Artist | Ice Cube |
Album | Ice Cube's Greatest Hits (Explicit) |
Yeah, yeah | |
Blaze one for the nation | |
Brrrrr | |
Brrrrr | |
Brrrrr | |
Verse 1: ice cube | |
I got lyrics that wake up spirits | |
They told me how to make big hits and spend digits | |
Can you dig it? | |
You fed, you dead, see red | |
My lead, yo head, i fed | |
Like you shit | |
I got rhymes push that shit like weight | |
My nigga lincoln help me navigate | |
Thru this hate retaliate, it's official | |
I got that bomb, bomb, diddy, diddy, diddy, bomb, bomb | |
When i hit you | |
Push the issue | |
My ghetto dope is amazin | |
The bitch that's with you already know that i'm blazin | |
That's by the number, we can slumber, on the under | |
Girl no wonder, you got a ass full of thunder | |
The frozen tundra ain't cold enough | |
And baby ain't old enough | |
For this game i'm rollin up | |
De-zamn it feels good to be the don | |
Straight legit, while niggas like gotti just sit | |
Chorus: ice cube | |
A yeah yeah | |
I push rhymes like weight | |
I push rhymes like weight | |
(4x) | |
Verse 2: ice cube | |
I hold zone like a corleone | |
No more fuckin with that homegrown | |
Hit the shit we on | |
The rolleo's and the baggetts | |
You still fuckin with them faggets | |
We turn haters into maggets | |
Oak on the dash, but no coke on the hash | |
You broke ass niggas learn to mash, like me | |
Constantly, put the hustle down | |
With four or five niggas that's musclebound | |
Send your head to the taxidermist | |
Won't be satisfied, till i get my face on a thermos | |
You got to earn this, you can't take it | |
Can't fake it, got to live it, or we gots to visit | |
Who is it, the exquisite, don mega | |
Walkin with my entourage, i think i'm betta, makin chedda | |
You see me sag in my jag, with the rag recognize the flag | |
You betta get back, everybody wanna do it like me | |
I got it made, been makin rap money since the tenth grade | |
(ch-ching) | |
(since the tenth grade) | |
(ch-ching) | |
(what you need) | |
Chorus | |
Verse 3: mr. short khop | |
I keeps a firm grip on my shit when in transit | |
Uncandid, it's the young bandit | |
Fresh out the trenches, the wood works | |
City of the ?tempeon?, where the hoods lurk | |
In search of the rich blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks | |
>from shattered glass, down the pig locks | |
Want tips by the clock | |
You niggas scramblin for fouyan | |
And settle for crumbs and croutans | |
I'm out for armored bucks and armored trucks, with armed killas | |
Bitch niggas get swallowed by the armadillos | |
Ain't no harmin me, the army full honary niggas you can't see | |
So while you pace bitches and saturns livin jenky | |
I hangs with niggas who got patterns on they hankey | |
After ben frankeys, with the big skullen eyes | |
You niggas bound and nullified | |
Sit back and mine stack it multiply | |
Chorus: ice cube and mr. short khop | |
[ic]a yeah yeah | |
[msk]i push rhymes like weight | |
[msk]i push rhymes like weight | |
(2x) | |
[ic]a yeah yeah | |
[ic]i push rhymes like weight | |
[ic]i push rhymes like weight | |
(2x) | |
[ice cube] (starts during chorus) | |
Ask about me | |
Worldwide baby | |
Worldwide baby (a yeah yeah) | |
Ice cube makin more money in the rap game | |
Than some of you can (a yeah yeah) with a bird in your hand | |
Puttin it down | |
We wanted in fifty states for this weight | |
(a yeah yeah) | |
Pushin rhymes like weight | |
Pushin rhymes like weight | |
(a yeah yeah) | |
Yeah, blaze one for the nation | |
(a yeah yeah) | |
You know my name | |
You know my name | |
(a yeah yeah) | |
You know my name | |
[mr. short khop] | |
Yeah, some of you fools just got in it | |
And think you gonna change the game | |
You ain't changin nothin | |
[ice cube] | |
I been doin this, i been doin this | |
Ask about me | |
Ask about me |
Yeah, yeah | |
Blaze one for the nation | |
Brrrrr | |
Brrrrr | |
Brrrrr | |
Verse 1: ice cube | |
I got lyrics that wake up spirits | |
They told me how to make big hits and spend digits | |
Can you dig it? | |
You fed, you dead, see red | |
My lead, yo head, i fed | |
Like you shit | |
I got rhymes push that shit like weight | |
My nigga lincoln help me navigate | |
Thru this hate retaliate, it' s official | |
I got that bomb, bomb, diddy, diddy, diddy, bomb, bomb | |
When i hit you | |
Push the issue | |
My ghetto dope is amazin | |
The bitch that' s with you already know that i' m blazin | |
That' s by the number, we can slumber, on the under | |
Girl no wonder, you got a ass full of thunder | |
The frozen tundra ain' t cold enough | |
And baby ain' t old enough | |
For this game i' m rollin up | |
Dezamn it feels good to be the don | |
Straight legit, while niggas like gotti just sit | |
Chorus: ice cube | |
A yeah yeah | |
I push rhymes like weight | |
I push rhymes like weight | |
4x | |
Verse 2: ice cube | |
I hold zone like a corleone | |
No more fuckin with that homegrown | |
Hit the shit we on | |
The rolleo' s and the baggetts | |
You still fuckin with them faggets | |
We turn haters into maggets | |
Oak on the dash, but no coke on the hash | |
You broke ass niggas learn to mash, like me | |
Constantly, put the hustle down | |
With four or five niggas that' s musclebound | |
Send your head to the taxidermist | |
Won' t be satisfied, till i get my face on a thermos | |
You got to earn this, you can' t take it | |
Can' t fake it, got to live it, or we gots to visit | |
Who is it, the exquisite, don mega | |
Walkin with my entourage, i think i' m betta, makin chedda | |
You see me sag in my jag, with the rag recognize the flag | |
You betta get back, everybody wanna do it like me | |
I got it made, been makin rap money since the tenth grade | |
chching | |
since the tenth grade | |
chching | |
what you need | |
Chorus | |
Verse 3: mr. short khop | |
I keeps a firm grip on my shit when in transit | |
Uncandid, it' s the young bandit | |
Fresh out the trenches, the wood works | |
City of the ? tempeon?, where the hoods lurk | |
In search of the rich blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks | |
from shattered glass, down the pig locks | |
Want tips by the clock | |
You niggas scramblin for fouyan | |
And settle for crumbs and croutans | |
I' m out for armored bucks and armored trucks, with armed killas | |
Bitch niggas get swallowed by the armadillos | |
Ain' t no harmin me, the army full honary niggas you can' t see | |
So while you pace bitches and saturns livin jenky | |
I hangs with niggas who got patterns on they hankey | |
After ben frankeys, with the big skullen eyes | |
You niggas bound and nullified | |
Sit back and mine stack it multiply | |
Chorus: ice cube and mr. short khop | |
ic a yeah yeah | |
msk i push rhymes like weight | |
msk i push rhymes like weight | |
2x | |
ic a yeah yeah | |
ic i push rhymes like weight | |
ic i push rhymes like weight | |
2x | |
ice cube starts during chorus | |
Ask about me | |
Worldwide baby | |
Worldwide baby a yeah yeah | |
Ice cube makin more money in the rap game | |
Than some of you can a yeah yeah with a bird in your hand | |
Puttin it down | |
We wanted in fifty states for this weight | |
a yeah yeah | |
Pushin rhymes like weight | |
Pushin rhymes like weight | |
a yeah yeah | |
Yeah, blaze one for the nation | |
a yeah yeah | |
You know my name | |
You know my name | |
a yeah yeah | |
You know my name | |
mr. short khop | |
Yeah, some of you fools just got in it | |
And think you gonna change the game | |
You ain' t changin nothin | |
ice cube | |
I been doin this, i been doin this | |
Ask about me | |
Ask about me |