Ice Cube - Pushin Weight Remix Lyrics
[clark kent]What if I get that nigga ice cube to do another joint?With my nigga noreaga this time (thugged out)And my nigga from philly lil gil?Niggas dont know what the *****s gon happen nextYall niggas might just have problems, these niggas bout to shit[noreaga]Ay-yo, iraq, shit, yo I own that landWith-a, lord amiya like the rest of the clanMy man karate kai, he like still in the canBless this, go to u.i. like the rest of the famThese little niggas growin up, straight diggin they livesAint really *****in with the two, now they *****in with fiveBut its, sad to see the hood mad at meCause I went from nore to your majestyThe same niggas that I gruffd wit and threw up withAnd the same mother*****ers that I grew up withHad free lunch with, played stickball withNow-a-days they like papi on some frontin shit***** noreaga, now Im melvin flyntYo the hustler, I aint a player, Im just a hustler(damn) niggas thatll love ya, and straight touch yaYo its drastic, hit you with the glock plasticWhat, run you over with the van-tasticN-o-r-e, spit rhymes professionalyYour boy, ? dunn gone dead? wanna run with meEvery pass you throw will get interceptedInternational thug, youre just domesticI drink shmirnoff, alcohol infected. its like...Chorus: ice cube and noreaga[noreaga: what what in background continuously]Cube: I push rhymes like weightI push rhymes like weight a yeah-yeah!*repeat 3x*[ice cube]I heard you stopped, cant rap hoYou niggas duck from the schrapnelIm pushin weight like a fat sewGhetto fab, Im in the city again (be-atch)Got you mother*****ers lookin shitty again (be-atch)See that nigga noreaga got them zig-zagsAnd our mags got you fags wearin shit bagsFor life, nigga we could do life or do it rightTonight, nigga, we can earn stripes and blast micsTalk about the steppin offA mother*****er aint never been the underbossAlways I blaze in hallways, all daysYou *****es aint nothin but frugasYeah-yeah, you better ask about me - poppa docAnd ask every freak you know: who got the *****?So blaze one for the nation, I take vacation, offa conversationGive niggas irritation, cause I dont rap about the nationGet the catalogue, I battle dogs, and well see, only the strong willSurvive***** the source and the vibe (***** em)We dont ride, we drive-byWe westside, nigga realize, we aliveSo you can get beef, lewinskyDouble-double say cheese, butt ***** pleaseChorus[gilly the kid]Yo, its a shame though, lil niggas messin up the game, yoHeard me spit and all a sudden got the same flow (gilly rule!)I die in the streets thats how the game goIma tell you one more time, now let your chain goI shoot to kill, you blast but you aim lowA ground shooter, me surrounded by troopersPretty women, gorgeous feet, with round hootersYou was born to fail, gonna die around losers***** niggas get scared straightBut rich niggas cop a ninety-nine benz september of ninety-eightI ran up on you clowns with a nine on the waistRun in your face, blot in your space, findin your safeSee you really are the fake we the cats that wont breakYou niggas start snitchin at your day upstateSo on that note, when you come home, Im pop you with the eightAt both of your kneecaps, where your weave be at (damn)You little sissy, on the streets, you was real prettyWent to jail, got a story to tell, now you biggie?See Im the sure shots, you cats is the maybesIm the real thing and you niggas is frugasisCrazy fake diamonds, fake shininAnd if you got less than nine and a half, you fake grindinName other trio thats *****in with us rhyminGil, cube, and noreA whole different storyChorus
