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You fed, you dead, see red\nMy lead, yo head, I fed like you shit\nI got rhymes push that shit like weight\nMy nigga Lincoln help me navigate\nThrough this hate retaliate, it's official\nI got that bomb, bomb, diddy, diddy, diddy, bomb, bomb\n\nWhen I hit you, push the issue, my ghetto dope is amazin'\nThe bitch that's with you already know that I'm blazin'\nThat's by the number, we can slumber, on the under\nGirl no wonder, you got a ass full of thunder\nThe frozen Tundra ain't cold enough\nAnd baby ain't old enough for this game I'm rollin' up\nDe-zamn it feels good to be the don\nStraight legit, while niggas like Gotti just sit\n\nA yeah yeah\nI push rhymes like weight\nI push rhymes like weight\nA yeah yeah\nI push rhymes like weight\nI push rhymes like weight\n\nA yeah yeah\nI push rhymes like weight\nI push rhymes like weight\nA yeah yeah\nI push rhymes like weight\nI push rhymes like weight\n\nI hold zone like a Corleone\nNo more fuckin' with that homegrown\nHit the shit we on, the rolleo's and the baggetts\nYou still fuckin' with them faggets, we turn haters into maggets\nOak on the dash, but no coke on the hash\nYou broke ass niggas learn to mash, like me constantly\nPut the hustle down with four or five niggas that's musclebound\nSend your head to the taxidermist\n\nWon't be satisfied, till I get my face on a thermos\nYou got to earn this, you can't take it\nCan't fake it, got to live it, or we gots to visit\nWho is it, the exquisite, Don Mega\nWalkin' with my entourage, I think I'm betta, makin' chedda\nYou see me sag in my Jag, with the rag recognize the flag\nYou betta get back, everybody wanna do it like me\nI got it made, been makin' rap money since the tenth grade\n\nCh-ching\nSince the tenth grade\nCh-ching\nWhat you need\n\nA yeah yeah\nI push rhymes like weight\nI push rhymes like weight\nA yeah yeah\nI push rhymes like weight\nI push rhymes like weight\n\nA yeah yeah\nI push rhymes like weight\nI push rhymes like weight\nA yeah yeah\nI push rhymes like weight\nI push rhymes like weight\n\nI keeps a firm grip on my shit when in transit\nUncandid, it's the young bandit\nFresh out the trenches, the wood works\nCity of the Tempeon, where the hoods lurk\nIn search of the rich blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks\nFrom shattered glass, down the pig locks\nWant tips by the clock, you niggas scramblin' for fouyan\nAnd settle for crumbs and croutans\n\nI'm out for armored bucks and armored trucks, with armed killas\nBitch niggas get swallowed by the armadillos\nAin't no harmin' me, the army full honary niggas you can't see\nSo while you pace bitches and saturns livin' jenky\nI hangs with niggas who got patterns on they hankey\nAfter Ben Frankeys, with the big skullen eyes\nYou niggas bound and nullified\nSit back and mine stack it multiply\n\nA yeah yeah\nI push rhymes like weight\nI push rhymes like weight\nA yeah yeah\nI push rhymes like weight\nI push rhymes like weight\n\nA yeah yeah\nI push rhymes like weight\nI push rhymes like weight\nA yeah yeah\nI push rhymes like weight\nI push rhymes like weight\n\n(A yeah yeah)\nIce Cube makin' more money in the rap game\nThan some of you can with a bird in your hand\n(A yeah yeah)\nPuttin' it down\nWe wanted in fifty states for this weight\n\n(A yeah yeah)\nPushin' rhymes like weight\nPushin' rhymes like weight\n\n(A yeah yeah)\nYeah, blaze one for the nation\n(A yeah yeah)\nYou know my name\nYou know my name\n(A yeah yeah)\nYou know my name\n\nYeah, some of you fools just got in it\nAnd think you gonna change the game\nYou ain't changin' nothin'\nI been doin' this, I been doin' this, yeah\nAsk about me\nAsk about me","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.58] Yeah, yeah\n[00:04.21] Blaze one for the nation\n[00:09.66] I got lyrics that wake up spirits\n[00:12.35] They told me how to make big hits and spend digits\n[00:15.16] Can you dig it? You fed, you dead, see red\n[00:18.72] My lead, yo head, I fed like you shit\n[00:21.45] I got rhymes push that shit like weight\n[00:23.23] My nigga Lincoln help me navigate\n[00:26.82] Through this hate retaliate, it's official\n[00:27.74] I got that bomb, bomb, diddy, diddy, diddy, bomb, bomb\n[00:31.30] When I hit you, push the issue, my ghetto dope is amazin'\n[00:34.00] The bitch that's with you already know that I'm blazin'\n[00:36.71] That's by the number, we can slumber, on the under\n[00:39.42] Girl no wonder, you got a ass full of thunder\n[00:42.13] The frozen Tundra ain't cold enough\n[00:44.09] And baby ain't old enough for this game I'm rollin' up\n[00:46.78] De-zamn it feels good to be the don\n[00:49.47] Straight legit, while niggas like Gotti just sit\n[00:52.15] A yeah yeah\n[00:54.80] I push rhymes like weight\n[00:56.63] I push rhymes like weight\n[00:57.54] A yeah yeah\n[00:58.46] I push rhymes like weight\n[01:00.29] I push rhymes like weight\n[01:02.08] A yeah yeah\n[01:03.80] I push rhymes like weight\n[01:05.69] I push rhymes like weight\n[01:07.47] A yeah yeah\n[01:09.24] I push rhymes like weight\n[01:11.10] I push rhymes like weight\n[01:12.89] I hold zone like a Corleone\n[01:14.63] No more fuckin' with that homegrown\n[01:16.40] Hit the shit we on, the rolleo's and the baggetts\n[01:18.26] You still fuckin' with them faggets, we turn haters into maggets\n[01:23.79] Oak on the dash, but no coke on the hash\n[01:26.47] You broke ass niggas learn to mash, like me constantly\n[01:30.09] Put the hustle down with four or five niggas that's musclebound\n[01:33.64] Send your head to the taxidermist\n[01:36.30] Won't be satisfied, till I get my face on a thermos\n[01:39.91] You got to earn this, you can't take it\n[01:40.89] Can't fake it, got to live it, or we gots to visit\n[01:44.41] Who is it, the exquisite, Don Mega\n[01:47.12] Walkin' with my entourage, I think I'm betta, makin' chedda\n[01:50.70] You see me sag in my Jag, with the rag recognize the flag\n[01:54.33] You betta get back, everybody wanna do it like me\n[01:57.95] I got it made, been makin' rap money since the tenth grade\n[02:00.70] Ch-ching\n[02:01.62] Since the tenth grade\n[02:03.42] Ch-ching\n[02:04.35] What you need\n[02:05.22] A yeah yeah\n[02:06.16] I push rhymes like weight\n[02:08.80] I push rhymes like weight\n[02:10.69] A yeah yeah\n[02:11.55] I push rhymes like weight\n[02:13.38] I push rhymes like weight\n[02:15.19] A yeah yeah\n[02:16.96] I push rhymes like weight\n[02:18.74] I push rhymes like weight\n[02:20.54] A yeah yeah\n[02:22.34] I push rhymes like weight\n[02:24.15] I push rhymes like weight\n[02:25.98] I keeps a firm grip on my shit when in transit\n[02:29.54] Uncandid, it's the young bandit\n[02:32.21] Fresh out the trenches, the wood works\n[02:33.17] City of the Tempeon, where the hoods lurk\n[02:36.82] In search of the rich blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks\n[02:39.82] From shattered glass, down the pig locks\n[02:42.54] Want tips by the clock, you niggas scramblin' for fouyan\n[02:46.16] And settle for crumbs and croutans\n[02:47.97] I'm out for armored bucks and armored trucks, with armed killas\n[02:50.69] Bitch niggas get swallowed by the armadillos\n[02:53.38] Ain't no harmin' me, the army full honary niggas you can't see\n[02:56.92] So while you pace bitches and saturns livin' jenky\n[02:59.62] I hangs with niggas who got patterns on they hankey\n[03:01.48] After Ben Frankeys, with the big skullen eyes\n[03:04.18] You niggas bound and nullified\n[03:05.90] Sit back and mine stack it multiply\n[03:07.70] A yeah yeah\n[03:09.56] I push rhymes like weight\n[03:11.33] I push rhymes like weight\n[03:13.26] A yeah yeah\n[03:14.12] I push rhymes like weight\n[03:16.85] I push rhymes like weight\n[03:18.65] A yeah yeah\n[03:19.58] I push rhymes like weight\n[03:21.37] I push rhymes like weight\n[03:24.06] A yeah yeah\n[03:24.97] I push rhymes like weight\n[03:26.76] I push rhymes like weight\n[03:28.52] (A yeah yeah)\n[03:30.31] Ice Cube makin' more money in the rap game\n[03:33.05] Than some of you can with a bird in your hand\n[03:35.74] (A yeah yeah)\n[03:36.68] Puttin' it down\n[03:37.55] We wanted in fifty states for this weight\n[03:39.39] (A yeah yeah)\n[03:41.12] Pushin' rhymes like weight\n[03:42.98] Pushin' rhymes like weight\n[03:44.73] (A yeah yeah)\n[03:46.58] Yeah, blaze one for the nation\n[03:49.35] (A yeah yeah)\n[03:52.03] You know my name\n[03:53.87] You know my name\n[03:55.67] (A yeah yeah)\n[03:56.55] You know my name\n[04:02.86] Yeah, some of you fools just got in it\n[04:06.46] And think you gonna change the game\n[04:09.15] You ain't changin' nothin'\n[04:11.96] I been doin' this, I been doin' this, yeah\n[04:25.42] Ask about me\n[04:30.89] Ask about me\n[04:31.73] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Pushin' Weight\n artist: ICE CUBE\n album: Pushin' Weight\n duration_ms: 275000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, yeah\n start_ms: 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You fed, you dead, see red\n My lead, yo head, I fed like you shit\n I got rhymes push that shit like weight\n My nigga Lincoln help me navigate\n through this hate retaliate, it's official\n I got that bomb, bomb, diddy, diddy, diddy, bomb, bomb\n\n When I hit you, push the issue, my ghetto dope is amazin'\n The bitch that's with you already know that I'm blazin'\n That's by the number, we can slumber, on the under\n Girl no wonder, you got a ass full of thunder\n The frozen Tundra ain't cold enough\n And baby ain't old enough for this game I'm rollin' up\n De-zamn it feels good to be the don\n Straight legit, while niggas like Gotti just sit\n\n A yeah yeah\n I push rhymes like weight\n I push rhymes like weight\n A yeah yeah\n I push rhymes like weight\n I push rhymes like weight\n\n A yeah yeah\n I push rhymes like weight\n I push rhymes like weight\n A yeah yeah\n I push rhymes like weight\n I push rhymes like weight\n\n I hold zone like a Corleone\n No more fuckin' with that homegrown\n Hit the shit we on, the rolleo's and the baggetts\n You still fuckin' with them faggets, we turn haters into maggets\n Oak on the dash, but no coke on the hash\n You broke ass niggas learn to mash, like me constantly\n Put the hustle down with four or five niggas that's musclebound\n Send your head to the taxidermist\n\n Won't be satisfied, till I get my face on a thermos\n You got to earn this, you can't take it\n Can't fake it, got to live it, or we gots to visit\n Who is it, the exquisite, Don Mega\n Walkin' with my entourage, I think I'm betta, makin' chedda\n You see me sag in my Jag, with the rag recognize the flag\n You betta get back, everybody wanna do it like me\n I got it made, been makin' rap money since the tenth grade\n\n Ch-ching\n Since the tenth grade\n Ch-ching\n What you need\n\n A yeah yeah\n I push rhymes like weight\n I push rhymes like weight\n A yeah yeah\n I push rhymes like weight\n I push rhymes like weight\n\n A yeah yeah\n I push rhymes like weight\n I push rhymes like weight\n A yeah yeah\n I push rhymes like weight\n I push rhymes like weight\n\n I keeps a firm grip on my shit when in transit\n Uncandid, it's the young bandit\n Fresh out the trenches, the wood works\n City of the Tempeon, where the hoods lurk\n In search of the rich blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks\n From shattered glass, down the pig locks\n Want tips by the clock, you niggas scramblin' for fouyan\n And settle for crumbs and croutans\n\n I'm out for armored bucks and armored trucks, with armed killas\n Bitch niggas get swallowed by the armadillos\n Ain't no harmin' me, the army full honary niggas you can't see\n So while you pace bitches and saturns livin' jenky\n I hangs with niggas who got patterns on they hankey\n After Ben Frankeys, with the big skullen eyes\n You niggas bound and nullified\n Sit back and mine stack it multiply\n\n A yeah yeah\n I push rhymes like weight\n I push rhymes like weight\n A yeah yeah\n I push rhymes like weight\n I push rhymes like weight\n\n A yeah yeah\n I push rhymes like weight\n I push rhymes like weight\n A yeah yeah\n I push rhymes like weight\n I push rhymes like weight\n\n (A yeah yeah)\n Ice Cube makin' more money in the rap game\n Than some of you can with a bird in your hand\n (A yeah yeah)\n Puttin' it down\n We wanted in fifty states for this weight\n\n (A yeah yeah)\n Pushin' rhymes like weight\n Pushin' rhymes like weight\n\n (A yeah yeah)\n Yeah, blaze one for the nation\n (A yeah yeah)\n You know my name\n You know my name\n (A yeah yeah)\n You know my name\n\n Yeah, some of you fools just got in it\n And think you gonna change the game\n You ain't changin' nothin'\n I been doin' this, I been doin' this, yeah\n Ask about me\n Ask about me\n"},{"id":23040235,"name":"Pushin' Weight (Instrumental)","trackName":"Pushin' Weight (Instrumental)","artistName":"Ice Cube","albumName":"Pushin' Weight (Cds)","duration":289.41895,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, yeah\nBlaze one for the nation\n\nI got lyrics that wake up spirits\nThey told me how to make big hits and spend digits\nCan you dig it? 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recognize the flag\n[01:54.33] You betta get back, everybody wanna do it like me\n[01:57.95] I got it made, been makin' rap money since the tenth grade\n[02:00.70] Ch-ching\n[02:01.62] Since the tenth grade\n[02:03.42] Ch-ching\n[02:04.35] What you need\n[02:05.22] A yeah yeah\n[02:06.16] I push rhymes like weight\n[02:08.80] I push rhymes like weight\n[02:10.69] A yeah yeah\n[02:11.55] I push rhymes like weight\n[02:13.38] I push rhymes like weight\n[02:15.19] A yeah yeah\n[02:16.96] I push rhymes like weight\n[02:18.74] I push rhymes like weight\n[02:20.54] A yeah yeah\n[02:22.34] I push rhymes like weight\n[02:24.15] I push rhymes like weight\n[02:25.98] I keeps a firm grip on my shit when in transit\n[02:29.54] Uncandid, it's the young bandit\n[02:32.21] Fresh out the trenches, the wood works\n[02:33.17] City of the Tempeon, where the hoods lurk\n[02:36.82] In search of the rich blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks\n[02:39.82] From shattered glass, down the pig locks\n[02:42.54] 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push rhymes like weight\n[01:05.69]I push rhymes like weight\n[01:07.47]A yeah yeah\n[01:09.24]I push rhymes like weight\n[01:11.10]I push rhymes like weight\n[01:12.89]I hold zone like a Corleone\n[01:14.63]No more fuckin' with that homegrown\n[01:16.40]Hit the shit we on, the rolleo's and the baggetts\n[01:18.26]You still fuckin' with them faggets, we turn haters into maggets\n[01:23.79]Oak on the dash, but no coke on the hash\n[01:26.47]You broke ass niggas learn to mash, like me constantly\n[01:30.09]Put the hustle down with four or five niggas that's musclebound\n[01:33.64]Send your head to the taxidermist\n[01:36.30]Won't be satisfied, till I get my face on a thermos\n[01:39.91]You got to earn this, you can't take it\n[01:40.89]Can't fake it, got to live it, or we gots to visit\n[01:44.41]Who is it, the exquisite, Don Mega\n[01:47.12]Walkin' with my entourage, I think I'm betta, makin' chedda\n[01:50.70]You see me sag in my Jag, with the rag recognize the flag\n[01:54.33]You 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push rhymes like weight\n\n(A yeah-yeah)\nI push rhymes like weight (uh-huh)\nI push rhymes like weight\n(A yeah-yeah)\nI push rhymes like weight (uh-huh)\nI push rhymes like weight\n\nI hold zone like a Corleone\nNo more fucking with that homegrown\nHit the shit we on\nThe Rolleo's and the baguettes\nYou still fucking with them faggots\nWe turn haters into maggots\nOak on the dash, but no coke on the hash\nYou broke ass niggas learn to mash, like me (yeah)\nConstantly, put the hustle down\nWith four or five niggas that's musclebound\n\nSend your head to the taxidermist\nWon't be satisfied, 'til I get my face on a thermos\nYou got to earn this (what?), You can't take it (uh)\nCan't fake it, got to live it (yeah), or we gots to visit\nWho is it, the exquisite, Don Mega\nWalking with my entourage, I think I'm betta, makin' chedda\nYou see me sag in my Jag, with the rag recognize the flag\nYou betta get back\n\nEverybody wanna do it like me\nI got it made, been making rap money since the 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rhymes like weight\n[02:21.08] (A yeah-yeah)\n[02:22.42] I push rhymes like weight\n[02:24.33] I push rhymes like weight\n[02:26.38] I keeps a firm grip on my shit when in transit\n[02:29.69] Uncandid, it's the young bandit\n[02:32.10] Fresh out the trenches, the woodworks\n[02:34.60] City of the champion, where the hood work\n[02:37.26] In search of the rich blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks\n[02:40.53] From shattered glass, down to pick locks\n[02:42.36] Want chips by the Glocks\n[02:44.02] You niggas scrambling for bullion and settle for crumbs and croutons\n[02:48.15] I'm out for armored bucks and armored trucks, with armed killers\n[02:50.95] Bitch niggas get swallowed by the armadillos\n[02:53.38] Ain't no harming me, the army full of ornery niggas you can't see (uh)\n[02:57.27] So while you pace bitches and Saturn's living janky\n[02:59.76] I hangs with niggas who got patterns on they hankies\n[03:02.37] After Ben Frankeys, with the big skull and eyes\n[03:04.86] You niggas bound and nullified\n[03:06.52] Sit back and mine stack it multiply\n[03:08.51] (A yeah-yeah)\n[03:09.55] I push rhymes like weight\n[03:11.64] I push rhymes like weight\n[03:13.58] (A yeah-yeah)\n[03:14.85] I push rhymes like weight\n[03:16.89] I push rhymes like weight\n[03:18.52] (A yeah-yeah)\n[03:20.18] I push rhymes like weight\n[03:22.13] I push rhymes like weight (ask about me)\n[03:24.18] (A yeah-yeah)\n[03:25.15] I push rhymes like weight (worldwide, baby)\n[03:27.13] I push rhymes like weight (worldwide, baby)\n[03:29.17] (A yeah-yeah)\n[03:30.37] Ice Cube making more money in the rap game\n[03:33.55] Than some of you can with a bird in your hand (a yeah-yeah)\n[03:36.56] Putting it down\n[03:37.56] We wanted in 50 states for this weight\n[03:39.45] (A yeah yeah)\n[03:41.16] Pushing rhymes like weight\n[03:43.02] Pushing rhymes like weight\n[03:44.89] (A yeah-yeah)\n[03:45.73] Yeah, blaze one for the nation\n[03:49.95] (A yeah-yeah)\n[03:52.14] You know my name\n[03:54.78] You know my name\n[03:55.43] (A yeah-yeah)\n[03:57.32] You know my name\n[04:02.54] Yeah, some of you fools just got in it\n[04:05.60] And think you gonna change the game, uhm\n[04:08.88] You ain't changing nothing\n[04:12.17] I been doing this, I been doing this\n[04:18.92] Yeah, uhm\n[04:25.63] Ask about me\n[04:30.92] Ask about me\n[04:32.11] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: 3.Ice Cube (1998) - Pushin' Weight\n artist: Ice Cube\n album: Bootlegs & B-Sides\n duration_ms: 275459\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Yeah, yeah\n start_ms: 120\n end_ms: 4250\n- text: Blaze one for the nation\n start_ms: 4250\n end_ms: 8130\n- text: Brr\n start_ms: 8130\n end_ms: 9220\n- text: Brr\n start_ms: 9220\n end_ms: 10040\n- text: Brr\n start_ms: 10040\n end_ms: 10500\n- text: I got lyrics that wake up spirits\n start_ms: 10500\n end_ms: 12600\n- text: They told me how to make big hits and spend digits\n start_ms: 12600\n end_ms: 15710\n- text: Can you dig it?\n start_ms: 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weight\n My nigga Lincoln help me navigate\n Through this hate retaliate, it's official\n I got that bomb, bomb, diddy, diddy, diddy, bomb, bomb when I hit you, uh\n\n Push the issue, my ghetto dope is amazing\n The bitch that's with you already know that I'm blazing\n Slide the number, we can slumber, on the under\n Girl no wonder, you got a ass full of thunder\n The frozen Tundra ain't cold enough\n And baby ain't old enough for this game, I'm rolling up\n De-zamn it feels good to be the Don\n Straight legit, while niggas like Gotti just sit\n\n (A yeah-yeah)\n I push rhymes like weight\n I push rhymes like weight\n (A yeah-yeah)\n I push rhymes like weight\n I push rhymes like weight\n\n (A yeah-yeah)\n I push rhymes like weight (uh-huh)\n I push rhymes like weight\n (A yeah-yeah)\n I push rhymes like weight (uh-huh)\n I push rhymes like weight\n\n I hold zone like a Corleone\n No more fucking with that homegrown\n Hit the shit we on\n The Rolleo's and the baguettes\n You still fucking with them faggots\n We turn haters into maggots\n Oak on the dash, but no coke on the hash\n You broke ass niggas learn to mash, like me (yeah)\n Constantly, put the hustle down\n With four or five niggas that's musclebound\n\n Send your head to the taxidermist\n Won't be satisfied, 'til I get my face on a thermos\n You got to earn this (what?), You can't take it (uh)\n Can't fake it, got to live it (yeah), or we gots to visit\n Who is it, the exquisite, Don Mega\n Walking with my entourage, I think I'm betta, makin' chedda\n You see me sag in my Jag, with the rag recognize the flag\n You betta get back\n\n Everybody wanna do it like me\n I got it made, been making rap money since the tenth grade\n (Cha-ching)\n Since the tenth grade\n (Cha-ching)\n What you need?\n\n (A yeah-yeah)\n I push rhymes like weight\n I push rhymes like weight\n (A yeah-yeah)\n I push rhymes like weight\n I push rhymes like weight\n\n (A yeah-yeah)\n I push rhymes like weight (uh-huh)\n I push rhymes like weight\n (A yeah-yeah)\n I push rhymes like weight\n I push rhymes like weight\n\n I keeps a firm grip on my shit when in transit\n Uncandid, it's the young bandit\n Fresh out the trenches, the woodworks\n City of the champion, where the hood work\n In search of the rich blocks, to lick spots, and kick rocks\n From shattered glass, down to pick locks\n Want chips by the Glocks\n You niggas scrambling for bullion and settle for crumbs and croutons\n\n I'm out for armored bucks and armored trucks, with armed killers\n Bitch niggas get swallowed by the armadillos\n Ain't no harming me, the army full of ornery niggas you can't see (uh)\n So while you pace bitches and Saturn's living janky\n I hangs with niggas who got patterns on they hankies\n After Ben Frankeys, with the big skull and eyes\n You niggas bound and nullified\n Sit back and mine stack it multiply\n\n (A yeah-yeah)\n I push rhymes like weight\n I push rhymes like weight\n (A yeah-yeah)\n I push rhymes like weight\n I 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Weight","duration":275.4626,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Life\n\nNiggaz used to come and get me\nWhen it was time to disagree with an enemy\nPass the Hennessey it gives me energy\nPacked the gat in the small of my back\nWhere these niggaz at I clear the whole pack\nTalkin' shit 'cuz I'm down for my set I'm a vet\nSmokin' on a wet cigarette\n(Who these niggaz think they are?)\n(Wishin' on a ghetto star I represent my tar,)\nI start bustin' and they scatter like water bugs\n'Cuz these Westside niggaz is harder thugs\nEnslave us but nothin' can save us from sportin' Ben Davis\nShootin' at your neighbors\n('Cuz sometimes I feel like a nut\nDon't give a fuck when I open ya up)\nHot rocks fly from the back seat\nAnd busta ass niggaz run like a track meet\nAnd if you crawl in the middle bleed mo' than a little\n(What?)\nKiller king is the hospital, feelin' numb from the bullets I hum\nAnd when they hit, black mothers have fits, I don't give a shit\n\nFool, I'm a vet you can bet\nThat I could dance underwater and not get wet\n(Check it)\nIt's rainin' bullets and I'm still there\n(Foe life)\n\nI'm still there\nMy house shoes get wet from the dew on the grass\nUp early in the morning takin' out the trash\nFeelin' like a loser alcohol abuser\nTwo youngsters roll up on a beach cruiser\nOne on the pedals the other on the handle bars\n(What?)\nTryin' be ghetto stars they said\n\"Are you from the Westside, is it so?\"\nI said, \"Hell yea and who wanna know?\n(Me)\nIn slow mo fo', fo' slugs face down in the mud\nPuddle full of blood left for dead\nThe pain starts to spread now I can't feel my legs\nI meet Dr. Who, at King Drew Medical Center\nAs I enter I.C.U\nHe said, \"The bullet hit a nerve that was vital\"\nI said, \"I can't move my legs\", he said\n\"Don't try to, now this ain't the end, my friend\"\n(\"What?\")\n\"But you'll probably never walk again\"\nI sit there motionless holdin' this pain inside contemplating suicide\nAt night, I jerk and jerk\nBut my dick don't work, it don't even hurt\n(Damn)\nNow who'd ever thought a nigga rude as Ice Cube\nI be pissin' through a tube\nFool, I'm a vet\n\nFool, I'm a vet you can bet\nThat I could dance underwater and not get wet\n(Check it)\nIt's rainin' bullets and I'm still there\nYoung ghetto nigga in a wheelchair\n\nFuck a V A they need G A\nGang hospital for a cripple now I'm drinkin' rippal\nSame corner same hood I'm still there\nWith bandanas tied to my wheel chair\nTo all the hood rat hoes, I'm fired\nThey mad 'cuz my tongue get tired\nNow everybody wanna put they dope on me\nSayin' I won't get searched by the L.A.P.D\nI'm sitting on a doorway, duece five\nDependin' on that to keep my ass alive\nI don't got bows but my arm's about a one-six\nWith fuckin' legs, lookin' like tooth picks\nSometimes I can't deal, got to beg the B G's to roll me up the hill\n(C'mon man)\nPut me on the porch, now I'm on the torch smokin' cocaine\nJust to maintain nutin' to gain, nutin' to lose\nAnd last night I couldn't make it to the bathroom\nFeelin' like a two year old, you can't get a sip from the brew I hold\nNigga, its the only friend to a stranger, AKA handicap gang banger\nThere's a lot in my life I regret becomin' a ghetto vet\nFool, I'm a vet\n\nFool, I'm a vet you can bet\nThat I could dance underwater and not get wet\n(Check it)\nIt's rainin' bullets and I'm still there\nYoung ghetto nigga in a wheelchair\nFool, I'm a vet you can bet\nThat I could dance underwater and not get wet\n(Check it)\nIt's rainin' bullets and I'm still there\nYoung ghetto nigga in a wheelchair\n\nLife\nYea\nLife\nYea\nLife, life\nDedicated to all the ghetto vets\nFor every nigga that done took one for the hood\nEnd","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.94] Life\n[00:17.70] Niggaz used to come and get me\n[00:19.08] When it was time to disagree with an enemy\n[00:20.58] Pass the Hennessey it gives me energy\n[00:22.96] Packed the gat in the small of my back\n[00:25.31] Where these niggaz at I clear the whole pack\n[00:29.43] Talkin' shit 'cuz I'm down for my set I'm a vet\n[00:31.24] Smokin' on a wet cigarette\n[00:33.77] (Who these niggaz think they are?)\n[00:35.49] (Wishin' on a ghetto star I represent my tar,)\n[00:38.58] I start bustin' and they scatter like water bugs\n[00:42.11] 'Cuz these Westside niggaz is harder thugs\n[00:43.20] Enslave us but nothin' can save us from sportin' Ben Davis\n[00:48.26] Shootin' at your neighbors\n[00:50.05] ('Cuz sometimes I feel like a nut\n[00:52.49] Don't give a fuck when I open ya up)\n[00:55.20] Hot rocks fly from the back seat\n[00:58.04] And busta ass niggaz run like a track meet\n[01:00.11] And if you crawl in the middle bleed mo' than a little\n[01:04.27] (What?)\n[01:05.20] Killer king is the hospital, feelin' numb from the bullets I hum\n[01:08.98] And when they hit, black mothers have fits, I don't give a shit\n[01:11.99] Fool, I'm a vet you can bet\n[01:14.04] That I could dance underwater and not get wet\n[01:17.20] (Check it)\n[01:19.21] It's rainin' bullets and I'm still there\n[01:21.99] (Foe life)\n[01:23.72] I'm still there\n[01:25.42] My house shoes get wet from the dew on the grass\n[01:26.61] Up early in the morning takin' out the trash\n[01:27.54] Feelin' like a loser alcohol abuser\n[01:30.66] Two youngsters roll up on a beach cruiser\n[01:33.30] One on the pedals the other on the handle bars\n[01:36.02] (What?)\n[01:37.83] Tryin' be ghetto stars they said\n[01:38.96] \"Are you from the Westside, is it so?\"\n[01:42.93] I said, \"Hell yea and who wanna know?\n[01:44.06] (Me)\n[01:44.70] In slow mo fo', fo' slugs face down in the mud\n[01:47.90] Puddle full of blood left for dead\n[01:50.36] The pain starts to spread now I can't feel my legs\n[01:53.59] I meet Dr. Who, at King Drew Medical Center\n[01:57.79] As I enter I.C.U\n[02:00.06] He said, \"The bullet hit a nerve that was vital\"\n[02:02.84] I said, \"I can't move my legs\", he said\n[02:05.64] \"Don't try to, now this ain't the end, my friend\"\n[02:08.64] (\"What?\")\n[02:11.04] \"But you'll probably never walk again\"\n[02:12.49] I sit there motionless holdin' this pain inside contemplating suicide\n[02:13.64] At night, I jerk and jerk\n[02:17.91] But my dick don't work, it don't even hurt\n[02:20.78] (Damn)\n[02:22.03] Now who'd ever thought a nigga rude as Ice Cube\n[02:24.42] I be pissin' through a tube\n[02:26.45] Fool, I'm a vet\n[02:27.67] Fool, I'm a vet you can bet\n[02:29.07] That I could dance underwater and not get wet\n[02:31.90] (Check it)\n[02:32.79] It's rainin' bullets and I'm still there\n[02:34.73] Young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair\n[02:36.73] Fuck a V A they need G A\n[02:39.69] Gang hospital for a cripple now I'm drinkin' rippal\n[02:42.48] Same corner same hood I'm still there\n[02:46.10] With bandanas tied to my wheel chair\n[02:48.70] To all the hood rat hoes, I'm fired\n[02:51.06] They mad 'cuz my tongue get tired\n[02:53.74] Now everybody wanna put they dope on me\n[02:56.36] Sayin' I won't get searched by the L.A.P.D\n[02:58.72] I'm sitting on a doorway, duece five\n[03:01.46] Dependin' on that to keep my ass alive\n[03:02.05] I don't got bows but my arm's about a one-six\n[03:09.68] With fuckin' legs, lookin' like tooth picks\n[03:10.98] Sometimes I can't deal, got to beg the B G's to roll me up the hill\n[03:14.26] (C'mon man)\n[03:17.38] Put me on the porch, now I'm on the torch smokin' cocaine\n[03:19.36] Just to maintain nutin' to gain, nutin' to lose\n[03:22.02] And last night I couldn't make it to the bathroom\n[03:26.11] Feelin' like a two year old, you can't get a sip from the brew I hold\n[03:32.05] Nigga, its the only friend to a stranger, AKA handicap gang banger\n[03:41.75] There's a lot in my life I regret becomin' a ghetto vet\n[03:43.28] Fool, I'm a vet\n[03:44.35] Fool, I'm a vet you can bet\n[03:46.40] That I could dance underwater and not get wet\n[03:47.63] (Check it)\n[03:49.68] It's rainin' bullets and I'm still there\n[03:52.23] Young ghetto 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bustin' and they scatter like water bugs\n 'Cuz these Westside niggaz is harder thugs\n Enslave us but nothin' can save us from sportin' Ben Davis\n Shootin' at your neighbors\n ('Cuz sometimes I feel like a nut\n Don't give a fuck when I open ya up)\n Hot rocks fly from the back seat\n And busta ass niggaz run like a track meet\n And if you crawl in the middle bleed mo' than a little\n (What?)\n Killer king is the hospital, feelin' numb from the bullets I hum\n And when they hit, black mothers have fits, I don't give a shit\n\n Fool, I'm a vet you can bet\n That I could dance underwater and not get wet\n (Check it)\n It's rainin' bullets and I'm still there\n (Foe life)\n\n I'm still there\n My house shoes get wet from the dew on the grass\n Up early in the morning takin' out the trash\n Feelin' like a loser alcohol abuser\n Two youngsters roll up on a beach cruiser\n One on the pedals the other on the handle bars\n (What?)\n Tryin' be ghetto stars they said\n \"Are you from the Westside, is it so?\"\n I said, \"Hell yea and who wanna know?\n (Me)\n In slow mo fo', fo' slugs face down in the mud\n Puddle full of blood left for dead\n The pain starts to spread now I can't feel my legs\n I meet Dr. Who, at King Drew Medical Center\n As I enter I.C.U\n He said, \"The bullet hit a nerve that was vital\"\n I said, \"I can't move my legs\", he said\n \"Don't try to, now this ain't the end, my friend\"\n (\"What?\")\n \"But you'll probably never walk again\"\n I sit there motionless holdin' this pain inside contemplating suicide\n At night, I jerk and jerk\n But my dick don't work, it don't even hurt\n (Damn)\n Now who'd ever thought a nigga rude as Ice Cube\n I be pissin' through a tube\n Fool, I'm a vet\n\n Fool, I'm a vet you can bet\n That I could dance underwater and not get wet\n (Check it)\n It's rainin' bullets and I'm still there\n Young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair\n\n Fuck a V A they need G A\n Gang hospital for a cripple now I'm drinkin' rippal\n Same 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get wet\n(Check it)\nIt's rainin' bullets and I'm still there\nYoung ghetto nigga in a wheelchair\nLife\nYea\nLife\nYea\nLife, life\nDedicated to all the ghetto vets\nFor every nigga that done took one for the hood\nEnd","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Ghetto Vet (instrumental)\n artist: Ice Cube\n album: Pushin’ Weight\n duration_ms: 276000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Life\n Niggaz used to come and get me\n When it was time to disagree with an enemy\n Pass the Hennessey it gives me energy\n Packed the gat in the small of my back\n Where these niggaz at I clear the whole pack\n Talkin' shit 'cuz I'm down for my set I'm a vet\n Smokin' on a wet cigarette\n (Who these niggaz think they are?)\n (Wishin' on a ghetto star I represent my tar,)\n I start bustin' and they scatter like water bugs\n 'Cuz these Westside niggaz is harder thugs\n Enslave us but nothin' can save us from sportin' Ben Davis\n Shootin' at your neighbors\n ('Cuz sometimes I feel like a nut,\n don't give a fuck when I open ya up)\n Hot rocks fly from the back seat\n And busta ass niggaz run like a track meet\n And if you crawl in the middle bleed mo' than a little\n (What?)\n Killer king is the hospital, feelin' numb from the bullets I hum\n And when they hit, black mothers have fits, I don't give a shit\n\n Fool, I'm a vet you can bet\n\n That I could dance underwater and not get wet\n (Check it)\n\n It's rainin' bullets and I'm still there\n (Foe life)\n\n I'm still there\n My house shoes get wet from the dew on the grass\n Up early in the morning takin' out the trash\n Feelin' like a loser alcohol abuser\n Two youngsters roll up on a beach cruiser\n One on the pedals the other on the handle bars\n (What?)\n Tryin' be ghetto stars they said\n \"Are you from the Westside, is it so?\"\n I said, \"Hell yea and who wanna know?\n (Me)\n In slow mo fo', fo' slugs face down in the mud\n Puddle full of blood left for dead\n The pain starts to spread 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dope on me\n\n Sayin' I won't get searched by the L.A.P.D.\n\n I'm sitting on a doorway, duece five\n Dependin' on that to keep my ass alive\n I don't got bows but my arm's about a one-six\n With fuckin' legs, lookin' like tooth picks\n\n Sometimes I can't deal, got to beg the B G's to roll me up the hill\n\n (C'mon man)\n Put me on the porch, now I'm on the torch smokin' cocaine\n Just to maintain nutin' to gain, nutin' to lose\n And last night I couldn't make it to the bathroom\n\n Feelin' like a two year old, you can't get a sip from the brew I hold\n Nigga, its the only friend to a stranger, AKA handicap gang banger\n There's a lot in my life I regret becomin' a ghetto vet\n Fool, I'm a vet\n Fool, I'm a vet you can bet\n That I could dance underwater and not get wet\n (Check it)\n It's rainin' bullets and I'm still there\n Young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair\n Fool, I'm a vet you can bet\n That I could dance underwater and not get wet\n (Check it)\n It's rainin' bullets and I'm 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five\nDependin' on that to keep my ass alive\nI don't got bows but my arm's about a one-six\nWith fuckin' legs, lookin' like tooth picks\nSometimes I can't deal, got to beg the B G's to roll me up the hill\n(C'mon man)\nPut me on the porch, now I'm on the torch smokin' cocaine\nJust to maintain nutin' to gain, nutin' to lose\nAnd last night I couldn't make it to the bathroom\nFeelin' like a two year old, you can't get a sip from the brew I hold\nNigga, its the only friend to a stranger, AKA handicap gang banger\nThere's a lot in my life I regret becomin' a ghetto vet\nFool, I'm a vet\n\nFool, I'm a vet you can bet\nThat I could dance underwater and not get wet\n(Check it)\nIt's rainin' bullets and I'm still there\nYoung ghetto nigga in a wheelchair\nFool, I'm a vet you can bet\nThat I could dance underwater and not get wet\n(Check it)\nIt's rainin' bullets and I'm still there\nYoung ghetto nigga in a wheelchair\n\nLife\nYea\nLife\nYea\nLife, life\nDedicated to all the ghetto vets\nFor 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end_ms: 79210\n- text: It's rainin' bullets and I'm still there\n start_ms: 79210\n end_ms: 81990\n- text: (Foe life)\n start_ms: 81990\n end_ms: 83720\n- text: I'm still there\n start_ms: 83720\n end_ms: 85420\n- text: My house shoes get wet from the dew on the grass\n start_ms: 85420\n end_ms: 86610\n- text: Up early in the morning takin' out the trash\n start_ms: 86610\n end_ms: 87540\n- text: Feelin' like a loser alcohol abuser\n start_ms: 87540\n end_ms: 90660\n- text: Two youngsters roll up on a beach cruiser\n start_ms: 90660\n end_ms: 93300\n- text: One on the pedals the other on the handle bars\n start_ms: 93300\n end_ms: 96020\n- text: (What?)\n start_ms: 96020\n end_ms: 97830\n- text: Tryin' be ghetto stars they said\n start_ms: 97830\n end_ms: 98960\n- text: '\"Are you from the Westside, is it so?\"'\n start_ms: 98960\n end_ms: 102930\n- text: I said, \"Hell yea and who wanna know?\n start_ms: 102930\n end_ms: 104060\n- text: (Me)\n start_ms: 104060\n end_ms: 104700\n- 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start_ms: 133640\n end_ms: 137910\n- text: But my dick don't work, it don't even hurt\n start_ms: 137910\n end_ms: 140780\n- text: (Damn)\n start_ms: 140780\n end_ms: 142030\n- text: Now who'd ever thought a nigga rude as Ice Cube\n start_ms: 142030\n end_ms: 144420\n- text: I be pissin' through a tube\n start_ms: 144420\n end_ms: 146450\n- text: Fool, I'm a vet\n start_ms: 146450\n end_ms: 147670\n- text: Fool, I'm a vet you can bet\n start_ms: 147670\n end_ms: 149070\n- text: That I could dance underwater and not get wet\n start_ms: 149070\n end_ms: 151900\n- text: (Check it)\n start_ms: 151900\n end_ms: 152790\n- text: It's rainin' bullets and I'm still there\n start_ms: 152790\n end_ms: 154730\n- text: Young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair\n start_ms: 154730\n end_ms: 156730\n- text: Fuck a V A they need G A\n start_ms: 156730\n end_ms: 159690\n- text: Gang hospital for a cripple now I'm drinkin' rippal\n start_ms: 159690\n end_ms: 162480\n- text: Same corner same hood I'm still there\n start_ms: 162480\n end_ms: 166100\n- text: With bandanas tied to my wheel chair\n start_ms: 166100\n end_ms: 168700\n- text: To all the hood rat hoes, I'm fired\n start_ms: 168700\n end_ms: 171060\n- text: They mad 'cuz my tongue get tired\n start_ms: 171060\n end_ms: 173740\n- text: Now everybody wanna put they dope on me\n start_ms: 173740\n end_ms: 176360\n- text: Sayin' I won't get searched by the L.A.P.D\n start_ms: 176360\n end_ms: 178720\n- text: I'm sitting on a doorway, duece five\n start_ms: 178720\n end_ms: 181460\n- text: Dependin' on that to keep my ass alive\n start_ms: 181460\n end_ms: 182050\n- text: I don't got bows but my arm's about a one-six\n start_ms: 182050\n end_ms: 189680\n- text: With fuckin' legs, lookin' like tooth picks\n start_ms: 189680\n end_ms: 190980\n- text: Sometimes I can't deal, got to beg the B G's to roll me up the hill\n start_ms: 190980\n end_ms: 194260\n- text: (C'mon man)\n start_ms: 194260\n end_ms: 197380\n- text: Put me on the 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was time to disagree with an enemy\n Pass the Hennessey it gives me energy\n Packed the gat in the small of my back\n Where these niggaz at I clear the whole pack\n Talkin' shit 'cuz I'm down for my set I'm a vet\n Smokin' on a wet cigarette\n (Who these niggaz think they are?)\n (Wishin' on a ghetto star I represent my tar,)\n I start bustin' and they scatter like water bugs\n 'Cuz these Westside niggaz is harder thugs\n Enslave us but nothin' can save us from sportin' Ben Davis\n Shootin' at your neighbors\n ('Cuz sometimes I feel like a nut\n Don't give a fuck when I open ya up)\n Hot rocks fly from the back seat\n And busta ass niggaz run like a track meet\n And if you crawl in the middle bleed mo' than a little\n (What?)\n Killer king is the hospital, feelin' numb from the bullets I hum\n And when they hit, black mothers have fits, I don't give a shit\n\n Fool, I'm a vet you can bet\n That I could dance underwater and not get wet\n (Check it)\n It's rainin' bullets and I'm still there\n (Foe life)\n\n I'm still there\n My house shoes get wet from the dew on the grass\n Up early in the morning takin' out the trash\n Feelin' like a loser alcohol abuser\n Two youngsters roll up on a beach cruiser\n One on the pedals the other on the handle bars\n (What?)\n Tryin' be ghetto stars they said\n \"Are you from the Westside, is it so?\"\n I said, \"Hell yea and who wanna know?\n (Me)\n In slow mo fo', fo' slugs face down in the mud\n Puddle full of blood left for dead\n The pain starts to spread now I can't feel my legs\n I meet Dr. Who, at King Drew Medical Center\n As I enter I.C.U\n He said, \"The bullet hit a nerve that was vital\"\n I said, \"I can't move my legs\", he said\n \"Don't try to, now this ain't the end, my friend\"\n (\"What?\")\n \"But you'll probably never walk again\"\n I sit there motionless holdin' this pain inside contemplating suicide\n At night, I jerk and jerk\n But my dick don't work, it don't even hurt\n (Damn)\n Now who'd ever thought a nigga rude as Ice Cube\n I be pissin' through a tube\n Fool, I'm a vet\n\n Fool, I'm a vet you can bet\n That I could dance underwater and not get wet\n (Check it)\n It's rainin' bullets and I'm still there\n Young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair\n\n Fuck a V A they need G A\n Gang hospital for a cripple now I'm drinkin' rippal\n Same corner same hood I'm still there\n With bandanas tied to my wheel chair\n To all the hood rat hoes, I'm fired\n They mad 'cuz my tongue get tired\n Now everybody wanna put they dope on me\n Sayin' I won't get searched by the L.A.P.D\n I'm sitting on a doorway, duece five\n Dependin' on that to keep my ass alive\n I don't got bows but my arm's about a one-six\n With fuckin' legs, lookin' like tooth picks\n Sometimes I can't deal, got to beg the B G's to roll me up the hill\n (C'mon man)\n Put me on the porch, now I'm on the torch smokin' cocaine\n Just to maintain nutin' to gain, nutin' to lose\n And last night I couldn't make it to the bathroom\n Feelin' 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Hennessey it gives me energy\nPacked the gat in the small of my back\nWhere these niggaz at I clear the whole pack\nTalkin' shit 'cuz I'm down for my set I'm a vet\nSmokin' on a wet cigarette\n(Who these niggaz think they are?)\n(Wishin' on a ghetto star I represent my tar,)\nI start bustin' and they scatter like water bugs\n'Cuz these Westside niggaz is harder thugs\nEnslave us but nothin' can save us from sportin' Ben Davis\nShootin' at your neighbors\n('Cuz sometimes I feel like a nut\nDon't give a fuck when I open ya up)\nHot rocks fly from the back seat\nAnd busta ass niggaz run like a track meet\nAnd if you crawl in the middle bleed mo' than a little\n(What?)\nKiller king is the hospital, feelin' numb from the bullets I hum\nAnd when they hit, black mothers have fits, I don't give a shit\n\nFool, I'm a vet you can bet\nThat I could dance underwater and not get wet\n(Check it)\nIt's rainin' bullets and I'm still there\n(Foe life)\n\nI'm still there\nMy house shoes get wet from the dew on the grass\nUp early in the morning takin' out the trash\nFeelin' like a loser alcohol abuser\nTwo youngsters roll up on a beach cruiser\nOne on the pedals the other on the handle bars\n(What?)\nTryin' be ghetto stars they said\n\"Are you from the Westside, is it so?\"\nI said, \"Hell yea and who wanna know?\n(Me)\nIn slow mo fo', fo' slugs face down in the mud\nPuddle full of blood left for dead\nThe pain starts to spread now I can't feel my legs\nI meet Dr. Who, at King Drew Medical Center\nAs I enter I.C.U\nHe said, \"The bullet hit a nerve that was vital\"\nI said, \"I can't move my legs\", he said\n\"Don't try to, now this ain't the end, my friend\"\n(\"What?\")\n\"But you'll probably never walk again\"\nI sit there motionless holdin' this pain inside contemplating suicide\nAt night, I jerk and jerk\nBut my dick don't work, it don't even hurt\n(Damn)\nNow who'd ever thought a nigga rude as Ice Cube\nI be pissin' through a tube\nFool, I'm a vet\n\nFool, I'm a vet you can bet\nThat I could dance underwater and not get wet\n(Check it)\nIt's rainin' bullets and I'm still there\nYoung ghetto nigga in a wheelchair\n\nFuck a V A they need G A\nGang hospital for a cripple now I'm drinkin' rippal\nSame corner same hood I'm still there\nWith bandanas tied to my wheel chair\nTo all the hood rat hoes, I'm fired\nThey mad 'cuz my tongue get tired\nNow everybody wanna put they dope on me\nSayin' I won't get searched by the L.A.P.D\nI'm sitting on a doorway, duece five\nDependin' on that to keep my ass alive\nI don't got bows but my arm's about a one-six\nWith fuckin' legs, lookin' like tooth picks\nSometimes I can't deal, got to beg the B G's to roll me up the hill\n(C'mon man)\nPut me on the porch, now I'm on the torch smokin' cocaine\nJust to maintain nutin' to gain, nutin' to lose\nAnd last night I couldn't make it to the bathroom\nFeelin' like a two year old, you can't get a sip from the brew I hold\nNigga, its the only friend to a stranger, AKA handicap gang banger\nThere's a lot in my life I regret becomin' a ghetto vet\nFool, I'm a vet\n\nFool, I'm a vet you can bet\nThat I could dance underwater and not get wet\n(Check it)\nIt's rainin' bullets and I'm still there\nYoung ghetto nigga in a wheelchair\nFool, I'm a vet you can bet\nThat I could dance underwater and not get wet\n(Check it)\nIt's rainin' bullets and I'm still there\nYoung ghetto nigga in a wheelchair\n\nLife\nYea\nLife\nYea\nLife, life\nDedicated to all the ghetto vets\nFor every nigga that done took one for the hood\nEnd","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.94] Life\n[00:17.70] Niggaz used to come and get me\n[00:19.08] When it was time to disagree with an enemy\n[00:20.58] Pass the Hennessey it gives me energy\n[00:22.96] Packed the gat in the small of my back\n[00:25.31] Where these niggaz at I clear the whole pack\n[00:29.43] Talkin' shit 'cuz I'm down for my set I'm a vet\n[00:31.24] Smokin' on a wet cigarette\n[00:33.77] (Who these niggaz think they are?)\n[00:35.49] (Wishin' on a ghetto star I represent my tar,)\n[00:38.58] I start bustin' and they scatter like water bugs\n[00:42.11] 'Cuz these Westside niggaz is harder thugs\n[00:43.20] Enslave us but nothin' can save us from sportin' Ben Davis\n[00:48.26] Shootin' at your neighbors\n[00:50.05] ('Cuz sometimes I feel like a nut\n[00:52.49] Don't give a fuck when I open ya up)\n[00:55.20] Hot rocks fly from the back seat\n[00:58.04] And busta ass niggaz run like a track meet\n[01:00.11] And if you crawl in the middle bleed mo' than a little\n[01:04.27] (What?)\n[01:05.20] Killer king is the hospital, feelin' numb from the bullets I hum\n[01:08.98] And when they hit, black mothers have fits, I don't give a shit\n[01:11.99] Fool, I'm a vet you can bet\n[01:14.04] That I could dance underwater and not get wet\n[01:17.20] (Check it)\n[01:19.21] It's rainin' bullets and I'm still there\n[01:21.99] (Foe life)\n[01:23.72] I'm still there\n[01:25.42] My house shoes get wet from the dew on the grass\n[01:26.61] Up early 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one-six\n[03:09.68] With fuckin' legs, lookin' like tooth picks\n[03:10.98] Sometimes I can't deal, got to beg the B G's to roll me up the hill\n[03:14.26] (C'mon man)\n[03:17.38] Put me on the porch, now I'm on the torch smokin' cocaine\n[03:19.36] Just to maintain nutin' to gain, nutin' to lose\n[03:22.02] And last night I couldn't make it to the bathroom\n[03:26.11] Feelin' like a two year old, you can't get a sip from the brew I hold\n[03:32.05] Nigga, its the only friend to a stranger, AKA handicap gang banger\n[03:41.75] There's a lot in my life I regret becomin' a ghetto vet\n[03:43.28] Fool, I'm a vet\n[03:44.35] Fool, I'm a vet you can bet\n[03:46.40] That I could dance underwater and not get wet\n[03:47.63] (Check it)\n[03:49.68] It's rainin' bullets and I'm still there\n[03:52.23] Young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair\n[03:54.98] Fool, I'm a vet you can bet\n[03:57.65] That I could dance underwater and not get wet\n[03:58.93] (Check it)\n[04:00.87] It's rainin' bullets and I'm 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31240\n- text: Smokin' on a wet cigarette\n start_ms: 31240\n end_ms: 33770\n- text: (Who these niggaz think they are?)\n start_ms: 33770\n end_ms: 35490\n- text: (Wishin' on a ghetto star I represent my tar,)\n start_ms: 35490\n end_ms: 38580\n- text: I start bustin' and they scatter like water bugs\n start_ms: 38580\n end_ms: 42110\n- text: '''Cuz these Westside niggaz is harder thugs'\n start_ms: 42110\n end_ms: 43200\n- text: Enslave us but nothin' can save us from sportin' Ben Davis\n start_ms: 43200\n end_ms: 48260\n- text: Shootin' at your neighbors\n start_ms: 48260\n end_ms: 50050\n- text: ('Cuz sometimes I feel like a nut\n start_ms: 50050\n end_ms: 52490\n- text: Don't give a fuck when I open ya up)\n start_ms: 52490\n end_ms: 55200\n- text: Hot rocks fly from the back seat\n start_ms: 55200\n end_ms: 58040\n- text: And busta ass niggaz run like a track meet\n start_ms: 58040\n end_ms: 60110\n- text: And if you crawl in the middle bleed mo' than a little\n start_ms: 60110\n 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not get wet\n start_ms: 149070\n end_ms: 151900\n- text: (Check it)\n start_ms: 151900\n end_ms: 152790\n- text: It's rainin' bullets and I'm still there\n start_ms: 152790\n end_ms: 154730\n- text: Young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair\n start_ms: 154730\n end_ms: 156730\n- text: Fuck a V A they need G A\n start_ms: 156730\n end_ms: 159690\n- text: Gang hospital for a cripple now I'm drinkin' rippal\n start_ms: 159690\n end_ms: 162480\n- text: Same corner same hood I'm still there\n start_ms: 162480\n end_ms: 166100\n- text: With bandanas tied to my wheel chair\n start_ms: 166100\n end_ms: 168700\n- text: To all the hood rat hoes, I'm fired\n start_ms: 168700\n end_ms: 171060\n- text: They mad 'cuz my tongue get tired\n start_ms: 171060\n end_ms: 173740\n- text: Now everybody wanna put they dope on me\n start_ms: 173740\n end_ms: 176360\n- text: Sayin' I won't get searched by the L.A.P.D\n start_ms: 176360\n end_ms: 178720\n- text: I'm sitting on a doorway, duece five\n start_ms: 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('Cuz sometimes I feel like a nut\n Don't give a fuck when I open ya up)\n Hot rocks fly from the back seat\n And busta ass niggaz run like a track meet\n And if you crawl in the middle bleed mo' than a little\n (What?)\n Killer king is the hospital, feelin' numb from the bullets I hum\n And when they hit, black mothers have fits, I don't give a shit\n\n Fool, I'm a vet you can bet\n That I could dance underwater and not get wet\n (Check it)\n It's rainin' bullets and I'm still there\n (Foe life)\n\n I'm still there\n My house shoes get wet from the dew on the grass\n Up early in the morning takin' out the trash\n Feelin' like a loser alcohol abuser\n Two youngsters roll up on a beach cruiser\n One on the pedals the other on the handle bars\n (What?)\n Tryin' be ghetto stars they said\n \"Are you from the Westside, is it so?\"\n I said, \"Hell yea and who wanna know?\n (Me)\n In slow mo fo', fo' slugs face down in the mud\n Puddle full of blood left for dead\n The pain starts to spread now I can't feel my legs\n I meet Dr. Who, at King Drew Medical Center\n As I enter I.C.U\n He said, \"The bullet hit a nerve that was vital\"\n I said, \"I can't move my legs\", he said\n \"Don't try to, now this ain't the end, my friend\"\n (\"What?\")\n \"But you'll probably never walk again\"\n I sit there motionless holdin' this pain inside contemplating suicide\n At night, I jerk and jerk\n But my dick don't work, it don't even hurt\n (Damn)\n Now who'd ever thought a nigga rude as Ice Cube\n I be pissin' through a tube\n Fool, I'm a vet\n\n Fool, I'm a vet you can bet\n That I could dance underwater and not get wet\n (Check it)\n It's rainin' bullets and I'm still there\n Young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair\n\n Fuck a V A they need G A\n Gang hospital for a cripple now I'm drinkin' rippal\n Same corner same hood I'm still there\n With bandanas tied to my wheel chair\n To all the hood rat hoes, I'm fired\n They mad 'cuz my tongue get tired\n Now everybody wanna put they dope on me\n Sayin' I won't get searched by the L.A.P.D\n I'm sitting on a doorway, duece five\n Dependin' on that to keep my ass alive\n I don't got bows but my arm's about a one-six\n With fuckin' legs, lookin' like tooth picks\n Sometimes I can't deal, got to beg the B G's to roll me up the hill\n (C'mon man)\n Put me on the porch, now I'm on the torch smokin' cocaine\n Just to maintain nutin' to gain, nutin' to lose\n And last night I couldn't make it to the bathroom\n Feelin' like a two year old, you can't get a sip from the brew I hold\n Nigga, its the only friend to a stranger, AKA handicap gang banger\n There's a lot in my life I regret becomin' a ghetto vet\n Fool, I'm a vet\n\n Fool, I'm a vet you can bet\n That I could dance underwater and not get wet\n (Check it)\n It's rainin' bullets and I'm still there\n Young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair\n Fool, I'm a vet you can bet\n That I could dance underwater and not get wet\n (Check it)\n It's rainin' bullets and I'm still there\n Young 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in your hand (ay-yay-yay)\n start_ms: 213580\n end_ms: 216330\n- text: Putting it down, we wanted in fifty states for this weight (ay-yay-yay)\n start_ms: 216330\n end_ms: 220960\n- text: Pushing rhymes like weight, pushing dimes like weight (ay-yay-yay)\n start_ms: 220960\n end_ms: 225500\n- text: Yeah, blaze one for the nation (ay-yay-yay)\n start_ms: 225500\n end_ms: 232070\n- text: You know my name, you know my name (ay-yay-yay)\n start_ms: 232070\n end_ms: 237280\n- text: You know my name\n start_ms: 237280\n end_ms: 242410\n- text: Yeah, some of you fools just got in it and think you gonna change the game\n start_ms: 242410\n end_ms: 248770\n- text: You ain't changing nothing\n start_ms: 248770\n end_ms: 251900\n- text: I've been doing this, I've been doing this\n start_ms: 251900\n end_ms: 258760\n- text: Yeah, huh\n start_ms: 258760\n end_ms: 265540\n- text: Ask about me, ask about me\n start_ms: 265540\n end_ms: 272150\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 272150\nplain: |-\n Ay-yay\n Blaze one for the nation\n\n I got lyrics that wake up spirits\n They show me how to make big hits and spend digits\n Can you dig it, you fed, you dead, see red\n My lead, your head, I fled like the shit\n I got rhymes, push that shit like weight\n My nigga Lincoln help me navigate\n Through this hate, retaliate, it's official\n I got that bomb-bomb, diddy-diddy-diddy-bomb-bomb when I hit you\n\n Push the issue, my ghetto dope is amazing\n The bitch that's with you already know that I'm blazing\n Slide the number, we can slumber on the under\n Girl, no wonder you got an ass full of thunder\n The frozen tundra ain't cold enough\n And baby ain't old enough for this game I'm rolling up\n Geezamn, it feels good to be the Don, straight legit\n While niggas like Gotti just sit\n\n Ay-yay-yay, I push rhymes like weight, I push rhymes like weight\n Ay-yay-yay, I push rhymes like weight, I push rhymes like weight\n Ay-yay-yay, I push rhymes like weight, I push rhymes like weight\n Ay-yay-yay, I push rhymes like weight, I push rhymes like weight\n\n I holds on like a Corleone, no more fucking with that homegrown, hit the shit we on\n The Rodeos and the baguettes, you still fucking with them faggots, we turn haters into maggots\n Oak on the dash but no coke on the hash\n You broke ass niggas learn to mash like me, constantly\n Put the hustle down with four or five niggas that's musclebound\n\n Send your head to the taxidermist, won't be satisfied 'til I get my face on the thermos\n You got to earn this, you can't take it, can't fake it, got to live it or we gots to visit\n Who is it? The exquisite Don Mega, walking with my entourage, I think I'm better\n Making cheddar, you see me sag in my Jag with the rag\n Recognize the flag, you better get back, everybody wanna do it like me\n I got it made, been making rap money since the tenth grade\n (Cha-ching) Since the tenth grade, (Cha-ching) What you mean?\n\n Ay-yay-yay, I push rhymes like weight, I push rhymes like weight\n Ay-yay-yay, I push rhymes like weight, I push rhymes like weight\n Ay-yay-yay, I push rhymes like weight, I push rhymes like weight\n Ay-yay-yay, I push rhymes like weight, I push rhymes like weight\n\n I keep some firm grip on my shit when in transit, uncandid, it's the young bandit\n Fresh out the trenches, the woodworks, city of the champions where the hoods lurk\n In search of the rich blocks, the lick spots\n And kick rocks from shattered glass down to pick locks\n Want chips by the Glocks, you niggas scrambling for bouillons\n And settle for crumbs and croutons\n\n I'm out for armored bucks and armored trucks with armed killers\n Bitch niggas get swallowed by the armadillos\n Ain't no harming me, the army full of ornery niggas you can't see, uh\n So why you chase bitches and Saturns living janky?\n I hangs with niggas who got patterns on their Yankees\n After Ben Frankies with the big scullin eyes\n You niggas bound and nullified, I sit back and mine, stack and multiply\n\n Ay-yay-yay, I push rhymes like weight, I push rhymes like weight\n Ay-yay-yay, I push rhymes like weight, I push rhymes like weight\n Ay-yay-yay, I push rhymes like weight, I push rhymes like weight, (ask about me)\n Ay-yay-yay, I push rhymes like weight, I push rhymes like weight, (worldwide, baby, worldwide, baby)\n Ay-yay-yay\n\n Ice Cube, making more money in the rap game\n Than some of you can with a bird in your hand (ay-yay-yay)\n Putting it down, we wanted in fifty states for this weight (ay-yay-yay)\n Pushing rhymes like weight, pushing dimes like weight (ay-yay-yay)\n Yeah, blaze one for the nation (ay-yay-yay)\n You know my name, you know my name (ay-yay-yay)\n You know my name\n\n Yeah, some of you fools just got in it and think you gonna change the game\n You ain't changing nothing\n I've been doing this, I've been doing this\n Yeah, huh\n Ask about me, ask about me\n"}]