Pushin Weight (Feat. Mr. Short Khop)？

Yeah, yeahBlaze one for the nationBrrrrrBrrrrrBrrrrrVerse 1:Ice CubeI got lyrics that wake up spiritsThey told me how to make big hits and spend digitsCan you dig it?You fed, you dead, see redMy lead, yo head, I fedLike you shitI got rhymes push that shit like weightMy nigga Lincoln help me navigateThru this hate retaliate, it's officialI got that bomb, bomb, diddy, diddy, diddy, bomb, bombWhen I hit youPush the issueMy ghetto dope is amazinThe bitch that's with you already know that I'm blazinThat's by the number, we can slumber, on the underGirl no wonder, you got a ass full of thunderThe frozen Tundra ain't cold enoughAnd baby ain't old enoughFor this game I'm rollin upDe-zamn it feels good to be the donStraight legit, while niggas like Gotti just sitChorus:Ice CubeA yeah yeahI push rhymes like weightI push rhymes like weightIce CubeVerse 2:Ice CubeI hold zone like a Corle优艾设计网_设计模板oneNo more fuckin with that homegrownHit the shit we onThe rolleo's and the baggettsYou still fuckin with them faggetsWe turn haters into maggetsOak on the dash, but no coke on the hashYou broke ass niggas learn to mash, like meConstantly, put the hustle downWith four or five niggas that's muscleboundSend your head to the taxidermistWon't be satisfied, till I get my face on a thermosYou got to earn this, you can't take itCan't fake it, got to live it, or we gots to visitWho is it, the exquisite, Don MegaWalkin with my entourage, I think I'm betta, makin cheddaYou see me sag in my Jag, with the rag recognize the flagYou betta get back, everybody wanna do it like meI got it made, been makin rap money since the tenth gradeChorusVerse 3:Mr. Short KhopI keeps a firm grip on my shit when in transitUncandid, it's the young banditFresh out the trenches, the wood worksCity of the ?Tempeon?, where the hoods lurkIn search of the rich blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks>From shattered glass, down the pig locksWant tips by the clockYou niggas scramblin for fouyanAnd settle for crumbs and croutansI'm out for armored bucks and armored trucks, with armed killasBitch niggas get swallowed by the armadillosAin't no harmin me, the army full honary niggas you can't seeI hangs with niggas who got patterns on they hankeyAfter Ben Frankeys, with the big skullen eyesYou niggas bound and nullifiedSit back and mine stack it multiplyChorus:Ice Cube and Mr. Short KhopA yeah yeahI push rhymes like weightI push rhymes like weightA yeah yeahI push rhymes like weightI push rhymes like weight Ask about meWorldwide babyWorldwide baby Ice Cube makin more money in the rap gameThan some of you can with a bird in your handPuttin it downWe wanted in fifty states for this weightPushin rhymes like weightPushin rhymes like weightYeah, blaze one for the nationYou know my nameYou know my nameYou know my nameYeah, some of you fools just got in itand think you gonna change the gameYou ain't changin nothinI been doin this, I been doin thisAsk about meAsk about me