Lirik Lagu Pushin Weight Remix - Ice Cube
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featuring Gilly the Kid Noreaga
[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 don't know what the fuck's gon' happen nextY'all 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 livesAin't really fuckin with the two, now they fuckin with fiveBut its, sad to see the hood mad at meCause I went from Nore to your majestyThe same niggas that I gruff'd wit and threw up withAnd the same motherfuckers that I grew up withHad free lunch with, played stickball withNow-a-days they like Papi on some frontin shitFuck Noreaga, now I'm Melvin FlyntYo The Hustler, I ain't a player, I'm just a hustler(Damn) Niggas that'll 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, you're 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, can't rap hoYou niggas duck from the schrapnelI'm pushin weight like a fat sewGhetto fab, I'm in the city again (be-atch)Got you motherfuckers 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 motherfucker ain't never been the underbossAlways I blaze in hallways, all daysYou bitches ain't nothin but frugas'Yeah-yeah, you better ask about me - Poppa DocAnd ask every freak you know: who got the cock?So blaze one for the nation, I take vacation, offa conversationGive niggas irritation, cause I don't rap about the nationGet the catalogue, I battle dogs, and we'll see, only the strong willsurviveFuck The Source and the Vibe (Fuck em)We don't ride, we drive-byWe Westside, nigga realize, we aliveSo you can get beef, LewinskyDouble-double say cheese, butt naked please
Chorus
[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 goI'ma 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 losersBitch niggas get scared straightBut rich niggas cop a ninety-nine Benz September of ninety-eightI ran up on you clown
[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 don't know what the fuck's gon' happen nextY'all 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 livesAin't really fuckin with the two, now they fuckin with fiveBut its, sad to see the hood mad at meCause I went from Nore to your majestyThe same niggas that I gruff'd wit and threw up withAnd the same motherfuckers that I grew up withHad free lunch with, played stickball withNow-a-days they like Papi on some frontin shitFuck Noreaga, now I'm Melvin FlyntYo The Hustler, I ain't a player, I'm just a hustler(Damn) Niggas that'll 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, you're 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, can't rap hoYou niggas duck from the schrapnelI'm pushin weight like a fat sewGhetto fab, I'm in the city again (be-atch)Got you motherfuckers 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 motherfucker ain't never been the underbossAlways I blaze in hallways, all daysYou bitches ain't nothin but frugas'Yeah-yeah, you better ask about me - Poppa DocAnd ask every freak you know: who got the cock?So blaze one for the nation, I take vacation, offa conversationGive niggas irritation, cause I don't rap about the nationGet the catalogue, I battle dogs, and we'll see, only the strong willsurviveFuck The Source and the Vibe (Fuck em)We don't ride, we drive-byWe Westside, nigga realize, we aliveSo you can get beef, LewinskyDouble-double say cheese, butt naked please
Chorus
[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 goI'ma 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 losersBitch niggas get scared straightBut rich niggas cop a ninety-nine Benz September of ninety-eightI ran up on you clown
