paroles de chanson Pushin' Weight - Ice Cube , Mr. Short Khop
Ice
Cube
Ft.
Mr.
Short
Khop
Miscellaneous
Pushin'
Weight
Ice
Cube
ft.
Mr.
Short
KHOP
- Pushin'
Weight
Ice
Cube:
Yeah,
yeah
Blaze
one
for
the
nation
Brrrrr
Brrrrr
Brrrrr
Ice
Cube:
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
Ice
Cube:
yeah
yeah
I
push
rhymes
like
weight
I
push
rhymes
like
weight
Ice
Cube:
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)
Mr.
Short
Khop:
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
Ice
Cube
and
Mr.
Short
Khop:
IC)A
yeah
yeah
(MSK)I
push
rhymes
like
weight
(MSK)I
push
rhymes
like
weight
(IC)A
yeah
yeah
(IC)I
push
rhymes
like
weight
(IC)I
push
rhymes
like
weight
Ice
Cube
(starts
during):
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:
eah,
some
of
you
fools
just
got
in
it
and
think
you
gonna
change
the
game
You
ain’t
changin
nothin
ce
Cube:
been
doin
this,
I
been
doin
this
Ask
about
me
Ask
about
me
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