*featuring Mr. Short KHOP
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[Ice Cube]
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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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[Verse 1: Ice Cube]
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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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[Chorus: Ice Cube]
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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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[4X]
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[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
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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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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Mr. Short Khop]
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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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[Chorus: Ice Cube and Mr. Short Khop]
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[IC] A yeah yeah
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[MSK] I push rhymes like weight
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[MSK] I push rhymes like weight
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[2X]
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[IC] A yeah yeah
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[IC] I push rhymes like weight
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[IC] I push rhymes like weight
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[2X]
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[Ice Cube (starts during chorus)]
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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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[Mr. Short Khop]
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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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[Ice Cube]
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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
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Pushin' Weight
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| Ice Cube |
