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Pushin' Weight ft. Mr. Short Khop
Ice Cube
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Ay-yay
Blaze one for the nation
I got lyrics that wake up spirits
They show me how to make big hits and spend digits
Can you dig it, you fed, you dead, see red
My lead, your head, I fled like the 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
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 an ass full of thunder
The frozen tundra ain't cold enough
And baby ain't old enough for this game I'm rolling up
Geezamn, it feels good to be the Don, straight legit
While niggas like Gotti just sit
Ay-yay-yay, I push rhymes like weight, I push rhymes like weight
Ay-yay-yay, I push rhymes like weight, I push rhymes like weight
Ay-yay-yay, I push rhymes like weight, I push rhymes like weight
Ay-yay-yay, I push rhymes like weight, I push rhymes like weight
I holds on like a Corleone, no more fucking with that homegrown, hit the shit we on
The Rodeos 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, 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 the 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, walking with my entourage, I think I'm better
Making cheddar, you see me sag in my Jag with the rag
Recognize the flag, you better 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 mean?
Ay-yay-yay, I push rhymes like weight, I push rhymes like weight
Ay-yay-yay, I push rhymes like weight, I push rhymes like weight
Ay-yay-yay, I push rhymes like weight, I push rhymes like weight
Ay-yay-yay, I push rhymes like weight, I push rhymes like weight
I keep some firm grip on my shit when in transit, uncandid, it's the young bandit
Fresh out the trenches, the woodworks, city of the champions where the hoods lurk
In search of the rich blocks, the lick spots
And kick rocks from shattered glass down to pick locks
Want chips by the Glocks, you niggas scrambling for bouillons
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 why you chase bitches and Saturns living janky?
I hangs with niggas who got patterns on their Yankees
After Ben Frankies with the big scullin eyes
You niggas bound and nullified, I sit back and mine, stack and multiply
Ay-yay-yay, I push rhymes like weight, I push rhymes like weight
Ay-yay-yay, I push rhymes like weight, I push rhymes like weight
Ay-yay-yay, I push rhymes like weight, I push rhymes like weight, (ask about me)
Ay-yay-yay, I push rhymes like weight, I push rhymes like weight, (worldwide, baby, worldwide, baby)
Ay-yay-yay
Ice Cube, making more money in the rap game
Than some of you can with a bird in your hand (ay-yay-yay)
Putting it down, we wanted in fifty states for this weight (ay-yay-yay)
Pushing rhymes like weight, pushing dimes like weight (ay-yay-yay)
Yeah, blaze one for the nation (ay-yay-yay)
You know my name, you know my name (ay-yay-yay)
You know my name
Yeah, some of you fools just got in it and think you gonna change the game
You ain't changing nothing
I've been doing this, I've been doing this
Yeah, huh
Ask about me, ask about me
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