(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!
