| Song | Pushin' Weight |
| Artist | Ice Cube |
| Album | Ice Cube's Greatest Hits (Explicit) |
| 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 |
| 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 | |
| Dezamn 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 | |
| chching | |
| since the tenth grade | |
| chching | |
| 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 |