[Featuring Mr. Short Khop]

[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)

Choru