THE DIPLOMATS LYRICS - Push It

"Push It"

(feat. J. R. Writer)



[Cam'Ron]

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!)



[Cam'Ron (Jim Jones)]

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 its 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 two things)

(Satisfy my need, drinking Sizzurp, now bitch just roll my weed)



[Chorus: Cam'Ron]

Now push it, push it good

Push it, push it real good



[Juelz Santana]

Ooh baby baby, ooh baby baby

Ooh baby baby, Get up on this!



[Jim Jones]

D-I-P S-E-T, that gangsta crew

Niggaz 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



[Cam'Ron]

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



[Chorus: Cam'Rom]

Now push it, push it good

Push it, push it real good



[Cam'Ron]

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



[Juelz Santana]

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



[J. R. Writer]

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 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



[Chorus: Cam'Ron]

Now push it, push it good

Push it, push it real good



[Juelz Santana]

Ooh baby baby, ooh baby baby

Ooh baby baby, Get up on this!