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