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"Push It"

Killah! Dip Set! Jim Jones,
Man, shit changed since eighty-eight (nope)
Get on the corner and something
Dip Set! (Killah!)

(Jim Jones)]
Yo yo, Hey, you, yes give me a kiss
You better it fast, I know you like what's on my wrist
(Now y'all know me from that block where we move rocks)
(You better make it fast, your ass, or get pursued by cops)
You don't know what its like up on Peter Pan
Paranoia, damn, damn, but we the man
Proceed to jam, us if you need a hand
Call us if you some grams, (Jim Jones) Cesar Cam
Every man, Killah keep it seasoned, fam
me a (?)dobo loco papo(?), believe it man
(Now what's the chain, why's that because I two things)
(Satisfy my need, Sizzurp, now bitch just roll my weed)

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

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

Jones]
D-I-P S-E-T, that gangsta
Niggaz know the rules, follow codes, that's how gangstas move
Get your mayo, sell yayo, strip clubs make it rain
These thugs play the game, get bucks save 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
don't know nan, ask Trick 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, mama I that blam blam

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

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

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

[J.R.
Hey, hey, whoa, whoa, yo, O's I and feed it
To the fiends with the lean, in the beam the cream
With a team straight from phoenix
That man that loses, face the music, 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 that's crooked, old G's who look and cooks it
You'll get sprayed and showered, wit K's and Cal's, devoured
Shots ring, bang, you hit, he hit
Have your put up a bouquet of flowers

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

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