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"Push It"

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

(Jim Jones)]
Yo baby yo, Hey, you, yes give me a
You better make it fast, I you like what's on my wrist
(Now y'all know me from block where we move them rocks)
(You better make it fast, watch ass, or get pursued by cops)
You know what its like up on that Peter Pan
Paranoia, damn, damn, but we the man
Proceed to jam, call us if you need a
Call us if you some grams, (Jim Jones) Cesar Cam
Every season man, Killah it seasoned, fam
Call me a (?)dobo papo(?), believe it man
(Now what's the chain, why's that I need two things)
(Satisfy my need, drinking Sizzurp, now just roll my weed)

Cam'Ron]
Now push it, push it
Push it, push it real

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

[Jim
D-I-P S-E-T, that gangsta
Niggaz know the rules, follow codes, 'cause that's how gangstas
Get mayo, sell that yayo, strip clubs make it rain
These thugs play the game, get save that cane

After that, baby girl, Hey let's get bub
Love, love, don't rub, we to hit the club
Yeah dance, but a lap dance they want a dub
They don't know nan, ask they love a thug
Bam bam, jam jam, and a handstand, ha ha so tan in the tan
Ra-ra, na-na, ha-ha, la-la, I keep that blam blam

[Chorus:
Now it, push it good
Push it, it real good

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

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

[J.R.
Hey, hey, whoa, whoa, yo, O's I and feed it
To the fiends the lean, in the beam with the cream
With a team straight from phoenix
man that loses, face the music, still get cake like Regis
Hey ma it's J.R., you know I had to make the
See I push it it, push and cook it, push to cook it
And roll wit cooks that's crooked, old G's who look and it
You'll get sprayed and showered, wit K's and Cal's, devoured
ring, bang bang, you hit, he hit
Have your block put up a bouquet of

Cam'Ron]
Now push it, it good
Push it, it real good

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