Ice Cube - I’mma Burn Rubber Lyrics

Hey (Zero to a hundred, nigga, real quick)
Yeah, yeah (Door's open, man)
Uh (Zero to a hundred, nigga, real quick)
Horny Horns
Uh (Zero to a hundred, nigga, real quick)
Yeah, door's open, man (Zero to a hundred, nigga, real quick)
Yeah, come on

I'ma burn rubber
I'ma burn rubber
I'ma burn rubber
I'ma burn rubber

Turnt up (Turnt up)
Like a fireman, bitches get burnt up (Burnt up)
Wanna fight, man, we can move furniture
This Westside rollin' (Rollin')
Talk that shit (Shit), keep y'all trollin'
Nigga (Nigga), Ice Cube ain't like them (Uh)
He's the clash of the titans (Yeah)
Go home with your vikings (Go)
Tеll 'em come back, try again
We'll bеat that ass and treat that ass
How Jesus passed three days later at the repass
I'ma burn rubber all on the grass
Fishtails (Fishtails), certified dope, nigga, fish scale (Fish scale)
Young ho 'bout to feel that big toe
Bitch better have my crypto
Ya know, young ho, out the door
When I go, foot to the floor, bitch

I'ma burn rubber
I'ma burn rubber
I'ma burn rubber
I'ma burn rubber

Uh, block off the intersection (Where?)
In all four directions
I'm in my whip with my cousins (Cousins)
Donuts, we got a dozen (Dozen)
Go nuts when we buzzin' (Buzzin')
F*ck the fuzz when they fuzzin' (F*ck 'em)
Come through, drop a gear 'on em
Yeah, I can smell fear on 'em (Fear on 'em)
When I pop this clutch (Yeah)
And bang these gears (Huh) and drop these nuts
Leave my name on the pavement
Pink slips is the pavement
But I don't want your shit
I don't want your car, I don't want your bitch
All I want is my chips
All I want is my dip, all I want is my drip (Yeah)
Don't trip (Zero to a hundred nigga, nigga, real quick)
We can flip (Come on)
I got a clip (Zero to a hundred nigga, nigga, real quick)
But I'ma jump in my whip, bitch

I'ma burn rubber (And?)
I'ma burn rubber (And?)
I'ma burn rubber (And?)
I'ma burn rubber

I say, "Bye, Felicia"
When I catch bitches by my speakers
Don't block the meters
With monster ass, will it eat us?
Better run for the hills
But y'all young niggas rather run to the pills (To the pills)
I'm the one with the skills
The one with the one with the guns, with the kills (With the kills)
It's a car commercial
But I gotta make shit controversial
Can you please alert your
Bitch-ass homies in your circle?
That I won't hurt you
We off that brown and off that purple
Before I dirt you
I'll shake your ass, I will skirt you

Yeah, her too
Yeah, huh, before I murk you

I'ma burn rubber
I'ma burn rubber
I'ma burn rubber
I'ma burn rubber