| Yeah, yeah
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| Blaze one for the nation
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| Brrrrr
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| Brrrrr
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| Brrrrr
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| I got lyrics that wake up spirits
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| They told me how to make big hits and spend digits
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| Can you dig it?
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| You fed, you dead, see red
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| My lead, yo head, I fed
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| Like you shit
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| I got rhymes push that shit like weight
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| My nigga Lincoln help me navigate
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| Thru this hate retaliate, it’s official
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| I got that bomb, bomb, diddy, diddy, diddy, bomb, bomb
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| When I hit you
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| Push the issue
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| My ghetto dope is amazin
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| The bitch that’s with you already know that I’m blazin
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| That’s by the number, we can slumber, on the under
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| Girl no wonder, you got a ass full of thunder
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| The frozen Tundra ain’t cold enough
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| And baby ain’t old enough
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| For this game I’m rollin up
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| De-zamn it feels good to be the don
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| Straight legit, while niggas like Gotti just sit
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| A yeah yeah
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| I push rhymes like weight
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| I push rhymes like weight
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| I hold zone like a Corleone
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| No more fuckin with that homegrown
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| Hit the shit we on
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| The rolleo’s and the baggetts
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| You still fuckin with them faggets
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| We turn haters into maggets
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| Oak on the dash, but no coke on the hash
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| You broke ass niggas learn to mash, like me
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| Constantly, put the hustle down
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| With four or five niggas that’s musclebound
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| Send your head to the taxidermist
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| Won’t be satisfied, till I get my face on a thermos
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| You got to earn this, you can’t take it
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| Can’t fake it, got to live it, or we gots to visit
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| Who is it, the exquisite, Don Mega
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| Walkin with my entourage, I think I’m betta, makin chedda
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| You see me sag in my Jag, with the rag recognize the flag
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| You betta get back, everybody wanna do it like me
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| I got it made, been makin rap money since the tenth grade
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| (Ch-ching)
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| (since the tenth grade)
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| (Ch-ching)
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| (What you need)
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| I keeps a firm grip on my shit when in transit
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| Uncandid, it’s the young bandit
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| Fresh out the trenches, the wood works
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| City of the? |
| Tempeon?, where the hoods lurk
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| In search of the rich blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks
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| From shattered glass, down the pig locks
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| Want tips by the clock
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| You niggas scramblin for fouyan
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| And settle for crumbs and croutans
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| I’m out for armored bucks and armored trucks, with armed killas
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| Bitch niggas get swallowed by the armadillos
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| Ain’t no harmin me, the army full honary niggas you can’t see
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| So while you pace bitches and saturns livin jenky
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| I hangs with niggas who got patterns on they hankey
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| After Ben Frankeys, with the big skullen eyes
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| You niggas bound and nullified
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| Sit back and mine stack it multiply
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| A yeah yeah
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| I push rhymes like weight
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| I push rhymes like weight
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| A yeah yeah
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| I push rhymes like weight
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| I push rhymes like weight
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| Ask about me
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| Worldwide baby
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| Worldwide baby (A yeah yeah)
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| Ice Cube makin more money in the rap game
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| Than some of you can (A yeah yeah) with a bird in your hand
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| Puttin it down
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| We wanted in fifty states for this weight
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| (A yeah yeah)
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| Pushin rhymes like weight
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| Pushin rhymes like weight
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| (A yeah yeah)
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| Yeah, blaze one for the nation
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| (A yeah yeah)
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| You know my name
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| You know my name
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| (A yeah yeah)
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| You know my name
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| Yeah, some of you fools just got in it
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| and think you gonna change the game
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| You ain’t changin nothin
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| I been doin this, I been doin this
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| Ask about me
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| Ask about me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pushin' Weight (Feat. Mr. Short Khop) , by - Ice Cube. Song from the album Ice Cube's Greatest Hits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп