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Ice Cube (1998) - Pushin' Weight
Ice Cube
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Yeah, yeah
Blaze one for the nation
Brr
Brr
Brr
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, your head, I fed like you shit
I got rhymes push that shit like weight
My nigga Lincoln help me navigate
Through this hate retaliate, it's official
I got that bomb, bomb, diddy, diddy, diddy, bomb, bomb when I hit you, uh
Push the issue, my ghetto dope is amazing
The bitch that's with you already know that I'm blazing
Slide 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 rolling up
De-zamn it feels good to be the Don
Straight legit, while niggas like Gotti just sit
(A yeah-yeah)
I push rhymes like weight
I push rhymes like weight
(A yeah-yeah)
I push rhymes like weight
I push rhymes like weight
(A yeah-yeah)
I push rhymes like weight (uh-huh)
I push rhymes like weight
(A yeah-yeah)
I push rhymes like weight (uh-huh)
I push rhymes like weight
I hold zone like a Corleone
No more fucking with that homegrown
Hit the shit we on
The Rolleo's and the baguettes
You still fucking with them faggots
We turn haters into maggots
Oak on the dash, but no coke on the hash
You broke ass niggas learn to mash, like me (yeah)
Constantly, put the hustle down
With four or five niggas that's musclebound
Send your head to the taxidermist
Won't be satisfied, 'til I get my face on a thermos
You got to earn this (what?), You can't take it (uh)
Can't fake it, got to live it (yeah), or we gots to visit
Who is it, the exquisite, Don Mega
Walking 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 making rap money since the tenth grade
(Cha-ching)
Since the tenth grade
(Cha-ching)
What you need?
(A yeah-yeah)
I push rhymes like weight
I push rhymes like weight
(A yeah-yeah)
I push rhymes like weight
I push rhymes like weight
(A yeah-yeah)
I push rhymes like weight (uh-huh)
I push rhymes like weight
(A yeah-yeah)
I push rhymes like weight
I push rhymes like weight
I keeps a firm grip on my shit when in transit
Uncandid, it's the young bandit
Fresh out the trenches, the woodworks
City of the champion, where the hood work
In search of the rich blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks
From shattered glass, down to pick locks
Want chips by the Glocks
You niggas scrambling for bullion and settle for crumbs and croutons
I'm out for armored bucks and armored trucks, with armed killers
Bitch niggas get swallowed by the armadillos
Ain't no harming me, the army full of ornery niggas you can't see (uh)
So while you pace bitches and Saturn's living janky
I hangs with niggas who got patterns on they hankies
After Ben Frankeys, with the big skull and eyes
You niggas bound and nullified
Sit back and mine stack it multiply
(A yeah-yeah)
I push rhymes like weight
I push rhymes like weight
(A yeah-yeah)
I push rhymes like weight
I push rhymes like weight
(A yeah-yeah)
I push rhymes like weight
I push rhymes like weight (ask about me)
(A yeah-yeah)
I push rhymes like weight (worldwide, baby)
I push rhymes like weight (worldwide, baby)
(A yeah-yeah)
Ice Cube making more money in the rap game
Than some of you can with a bird in your hand (a yeah-yeah)
Putting it down
We wanted in 50 states for this weight
(A yeah yeah)
Pushing rhymes like weight
Pushing 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
Yeah, some of you fools just got in it
And think you gonna change the game, uhm
You ain't changing nothing
I been doing this, I been doing this
Yeah, uhm
Ask about me
Ask about me
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