Push it, push it real good
Mama, I keep that blam blam
Now push it, push it good
Push it, push it real good
Bam bam, jam jam, and a handstand
Get on the corner and push something, Dip Set, Killah
See I push it cook it, push and cook it, push to cook it
You better make it fast, watch your ass, or get pursued by cops
Love, love, don't rub, we fittin' to hit the club
Ha ha, so tan in the tan stand
Cash money, bitch, it ain't changed since eighty-eight, nope
To the fiends with the lean, in the beam with the cream
Push it good, push it fast, push it right
Now what's the chain, why's that because I need [Incomprehensible]
Paranoia, weeded damn, damn, but we the man
Have your block put up a bouquet of flowers
I'm like hey baby hey, ain't no games to be play
D I P  S E T, that gangsta crew
Hey, hey, whoa, whoa, yo, O's I bake and feed it
Ra ra, na na, ha ha, la la
After that, baby girl, hey, let's get some bub
Publishers: SONS OF K-OSS MUSIC INC, WB MUSIC CORP.
Proceed to jam, call us if you need a hand
Get your mayo, sell that yayo, strip clubs make it rain
With K's and Cal's, toupee devoured
Ooh baby baby, ooh baby baby, get up on this
Killah, Dip Set, Jim Jones, Santana
Odd money's hard money, even money's cheatin' money
Slow money's no money, and no money's a beatin', honey
You'll get sprayed and showered
My cock a rocket cock over so I can pop it, "Aye"
It's money out there, yeah, it's a gang to be made
Songwriters: Herby Azor, Raymond Douglas Davies
I'm a pimp baby hey, I'm screamin, "Pimp pimp hooray"
Hard, we live too, just like the 2 Live Crew, me so horny
Why, why, "Aye" stop this, stop this, "Aye"
Yeah, they dance, but a lap dance they want a dub
Now push it, push it good
Old G's who look and cooks it
Face down, ass up, don't stop, gitty gitty, I want some dookie love
If a nigga push that ass, push it back, push it twice, but push it
Every season man, Killah, keep it seasoned, fam
Now y'all know me from that block where we move them rocks
Call us if you need some grams, Jim Jones, Cesar Cam
Shots ring, bang bang, you hit, he hit
With a team that's straight from Phoenix
Scream it with me, okay, now hit the strip and get paid, hey
These thugs play the game, get bucks, save that cane
You better make it fast, I know you like what's on my wrist
That man that loses, face the music, still get cake like Regis
You don't know nan, ask Trick, they love a thug
You know the rules, follow codes, 'cuz that's how gangstas move
You don't know what it's like up on that Peter Pan
When I'm in them thighs, all you hear is, "Aye"
'Cuz I'm a choosy thug, you get your booty hugged
Satisfy my need, drinkin' sizzurp, now bitch, just roll my weed
Yo baby yo, hey, you, yes give me a kiss
You fake old G's are corny, wack me and my breeze the dawny
All my ladies cry, all I say is, "My"
Hey Ma, it's J.R., you know I had to make the remix
Call me a dobo loco papo, believe it, man
Lil weezy in the house tonight
And roll with cooks that's crooked
Ooh baby baby, ooh baby baby