[Ice Cube]. 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. (4X). 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). Chorus. 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. [IC]A yeah yeah. [MSK]I push rhymes like weight. [MSK]I push rhymes like weight. (2X). [IC]A yeah yeah. [IC]I push rhymes like weight. [IC]I push rhymes like weight. (2X). [Ice Cube] (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. [Mr. Short Khop]. Yeah some of you fools just got in it. and think you gonna change the game. You ain't changin nothin. [Ice Cube]. I been doin this I been doin this. Ask about me.