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