The Diplomats, Jim Jones, Cam’ron, J.R. Writer - Push It lyrics

Killah! Dip Set! Jim Jones, Santana
Man, shit ain't changed since eighty-eight
(nope) get on the corner and push something
Dip Set! (Killah)

Yo baby yo, Hey, you, yes give me a kiss
You better make it fast
I know you like what's on my wrist
(Now y'all know me from that block
Where we move them rocks)
(You better make it fast, watch your ass
Or get pursued by cops)
You don't know what it's like
Up on that Peter Pan
Paranoia, weeded damn, damn, but we the man
Proceed to jam, call us if you need a hand
Call us if you need some grams
(Jim Jones) Cesar Cam
Every season man, Killah keep it seasoned
Fam call me Adobo Loco, papo, believe it man
(Now what's the chain
Why's that because I need two things)
(Satisfy my need, drinking Sizzurp
Now bitch just roll my weed)

Now push it, push it good
Push it, push it real good

Ooh baby baby, ooh baby baby
Ooh baby baby, Get up on this!

D-IP S-E T, that gangsta crew
Niggas know the rules, follow codes
Cuz that's how gangstas move
Get your mayo, sell that yayo
Strip clubs make it rain
These thugs play the game
Get bucks save that cane

After that, baby girl, Hey let's get some bub
Love, love, don't rub
We fittin to hit the club yeah they dance
But a lap dance they want a dub
They don't know nan
Ask Trick they love a thug
Bam bam, jam jam, and a handstand
Ha ha so tan in the tan stand
Ra ra, na na, ha ha, la la
Mama I keep that blam blam

Now push it, push it good
Push it, push it real good

All my ladies cry, all I say is "my"
When I'm in them thighs
All you hear is "Aye!"
Why, why, "Aye!", stop it stop it "Aye!"
My cock a rocket cock over so
I can pop it "Aye!"
You fake old G's is corny
Wack me and my breeze the dawny
Hard, we live too, just like the 2 Live Crew
Me so horny cuz I'm a choosy thug
You get your booty hugged
Face down, ass up, don't stop, gitty gitty
I want some dookie love

I'm like hey baby hey ain't no games to play
It's money out there
Yeah it's a gang to be made
I'm a pimp baby hey I'm
Screamin "pimp pimp hooray"
Scream it with me okay, now hit
The strip and get paid, hey
Odd money's hard money
Even money's cheating money
Slow money's no money
And no money's a beating honey
Push it good, push it fast, push it right
If a nigga push that ass, push
It back, push it twice, but push it

Hey, hey whoa, whoa, yo
O's I bake and feed it
To the fiends with the lean
In the beam with the cream
With a team that's straight from phoenix
That man that loses, face the music
Still get cake like Regis hey ma it's JR
You know I had to make the remix
See I push it cook it, push and cook it
Push to cook it
And roll wit cooks that's crooked
Old G's who look and cooks it
You'll get sprayed and showered
Wit K's and Cal's, toupee devoured
Shots ring, bang bang, you hit, he hit
Have your block put up a bouquet of flowers

Now push it, push it good
Push it, push it real good

Ooh baby baby, ooh baby baby
Ooh baby baby, Get up on this!