Artist: The Diplomats f/ J.R. Writer Album: Diplomatic Immunity 2 Song: Push it 2004 Typed by: email@example.com (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 Adobo 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!