Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pushin' Weight, artist - Ice Cube. Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pushin' Weight |
| 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 |
| 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) |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| (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 |
| Yeah, some of you fools just got in it and think you gonna change the game |
| You ain’t changin nothin |
| I been doin this, I been doin this |
| Ask about me Ask about me |