I’mma Burn Rubber Lyrics – Ice Cube

Read the full I’mma Burn Rubber lyrics by Ice Cube along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Ice Cube’s music, you can also explore Especially You and Break the Mirror, two other songs by Ice Cube.

[Intro]
Hey (Zero to 100 real quick)
Hey (Zero to 100 n!gga, real quick)
(Zero to 100 n!gga, real quick)
Yeah, door’s open man (Zero to 100 n!gga, real quick)
Yeah, come on

[Chorus]
I’mma Burn Rubber
I’mma Burn Rubber
I’mma Burn Rubber
I’mma Burn Rubber

[Verse]
Turned up, like a fireman, b!tches get burnt up (Burnt up)
Want a bike, man, we can move furniture
This Westside rolling (Rolling)
Talk that s*it, keep y’all trolling
N!gga (N!gga), Ice Cube ain’t like them
He’s the clash of the titans, yeah
Go home with your vikings
Tell them come back, try again
We’ll beat that ass and treat that ass
How Jesus passed three days later, at the repass
I’ma burn rubber, all on the grass
Fishtails, certified dope, n!gga, fish-scale
Young hoe bout to feel that big toe
B!tch better have my crypto
Ya know, young hoe, out the door
When I go, foot to the floor, b!tch

[Chorus]
I’mma Burn Rubber
I’mma Burn Rubber
I’mma Burn Rubber
I’mma Burn Rubber

[Verse 2]
Uh, block off the intersection (Where?) In all four directions
I’m in my whip with my cousins
Donuts, we got a dozen (Dozen)
Go nuts when we buzzing (Buzzing)
Fu*k the fuzz when they buzzing (Fu*k ’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 and drop these nuts
Leave my name on the pavement
Pink slips is the pavement
But I don’t want your s*it
I don’t want your car, I don’t want your b!tch
All I want is my chips
All I want is my dip
All I want is my drip, don’t trip (Zero to 100 n!gga, real quick)
We can flip (Come on)
I got a clip, but I’ma jump in my whip, b!tch

[Chorus]
I’mma Burn Rubber (And?)
I’mma Burn Rubber (And?)
I’mma Burn Rubber (And?)
I’mma Burn Rubber

[Verse 3]
I say “Bye Felicia” when I catch b!tches by my speakers
Don’t block the meters, with monster ass
Will it eat us?
Better run for the hills
But y’all young n!ggas rather run to the pills (To the pills)
I’m the one with the skills
The one with the guns with the kills (With the kills)
It’s a car commercial, but I gotta make s*it controversial
Can you please alert yo b!tch 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

[Outro]
Yeah, her too
Yeah, before I murk you
I’ma burn rubber
I’ma burn rubber
I’ma burn rubber
I’ma burn rubber