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The Diplomats
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Push It
作詞：Herby Azor, Raymond Douglas Davies
Killah, Dip Set, Jim Jones, Santana
Lil weezy in the house tonight
Cash money, bitch, it 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 a dobo loco papo, believe it, man
Now what's the chain, why's that because I need [Incomprehensible]
Satisfy my need, drinkin' 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, ooh baby baby, get up on this
D I P S E T, that gangsta crew
You 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
You 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
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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 this, stop this, 'Aye'
My cock a rocket cock over so I can pop it, 'Aye'
You fake old G's are 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 be 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 cheatin' money
Slow money's no money, and no money's a beatin', 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 J.R., you know I had to make the remix
See I push it cook it, push and cook it, push to cook it
And roll with cooks that's crooked
Old G's who look and cooks it
You'll get sprayed and showered
With K's and Cal's, toupee devoured
Shots ring, bang bang, you hit, he hit
Have your block put up a bouquet of flowers
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