Ice Cube f/ Mr. Short KHOP
 Album:  War

 [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
 Ask about me