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