I'mma Burn Rubber lyrics - Ice Cube

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'mma burn rubber

I'mma burn rubber

I'mma burn rubber

I'mma 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)

Tell 'em come back, try again

We'll beat that ass and treat that ass

How Jesus passed three days later at the repass

I'mma 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'mma burn rubber

I'mma burn rubber

I'mma burn rubber

I'mma 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')

Fuck the fuzz when they fuzzin' (Fuck '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'mma jump in my whip, bitch

I'mma burn rubber (And?)

I'mma burn rubber (And?)

I'mma burn rubber (And?)

I'mma 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'mma burn rubber

I'mma burn rubber

I'mma burn rubber

I'mma burn rubber