Pushin Weight Lyrics

Pushin Weight lyrics

[Ice Cube]

 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