Lyrics:
Ay, yo' check this out, supreme figga nigga Big Kap
Rockin' with Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte (Ludacris, nigga)
$hort Dog (ay, tell them
Ay, yo' check this out, supreme figga nigga Big Kap
Rockin' with Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte (Ludacris, nigga)
$hort Dog (ay, tell them
If fishes were horses
There goes my ride
(Push!)
Come take a ride (push!)
For a slip 'n' slide
To sit astride and glide and
Push! Push
If fishes were horses
There goes my ride
(Push!)
Come take a ride (push!)
For a slip 'n' slide
To sit astride and glide and
Push! Push
the booty, I like rounds
So yeah that's where my hands went
Got lil' mama dancin'
God I wanna bust like she's hoppin' on a transit
Just like a bandit,
Push Impalas and Caprices (believe that daddy)
Starch flat, no creases (believe that daddy)
Got that work, you a D boy (believe that daddy)
You
in my piece of chain
Diamonds in my piece of
Diamond diamonds in my piece of chain
Diamonds in my piece of chain
[Lil Jon]
Yea
This shit right
Yeah BME hoe
Yeah Lil' Jon hoe
Yeah Big Sam hoe
Yeah Lil Bo' hoe
Check dis out right (yeah, yeah)
I think a lot of y'all muthafuckas forgot who
not 'bout the faith (oh-oh, oh)
She on my phone and what she 'bout to say?
She let me know (that's my- that's my-)
H.O.E., H.O.E.
Heaven on earth,
[Too $hort]
One time it's by Lil' Jon and the Eastside Boyz
Who we talkin to man, who we talkin to
Any nigga that act like a wha (bitch)
Any any
[Drag-On]
Uh, let's go
Whoo! Drag-on, baby
[DMX]
Come on
[Chorus x 2]
My n****s is the n****s that'll ride with me
My n****s is the n
(get buck)
Throw your motherf***ing middle finger up
Now push that hoe-a** n**** out your motherf***ing way
Now push that hoe-a** n**** out your
Yeah! BME hoe! Yeah! A Lil' Jon hoe!
Yeah! A Big Sam hoe! Yeah! A Lil Bo' hoe!
Check dis out right
I think a lot of y'all muthafuckas
Don' forgot who
I dress? Yeah, like my flesh, yeah
Soon as I roll up, put my doors up
Go'n head, pour up, roll a few O's up, let's go
Four by four, that tall shit,
now and broad day
Ask the fiends and my people, bitch, I push H
People pull up askin' questions, this is what they say
They call him Jon Jon
Who is
a p***sy h** said some
Speaking on my name run my fame up you have none
You better get up on my level lil b**tch
I THOUGHT A FAKE N**GA SAID SOME HE EATING
I just be doing some hustlin
Ya
I just be riding I’m busting
Ouuu
That lil b***h push my buttons
That lil b***h push my buttons
Guess she don’t
Big Kap
Ay yo check this out, supreme figga nigga Big Kap
Rockin' with Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz,
Chyna Whyte
Ludacris nigga
$hort Dogg
(Ay tell them
the whip push Button
Chain on Freeze but I’m hot as any oven
You can hate on me while I keep dis comin
I fill dat blunt up wit Pressure my N***a
No I
Yeah! BME hoe
Yeah! lil jon hoe!
Yeah! Big Sam hoe
yeah! lil bo hoe!
Check this out right (yeah)
I think a lot of you muthafuckers forgot who we is
different.
(Ha ha ha)
Goes a lil' something like this.
It's not pick 'n roll, it's more like pick a roll.
What you gon' push? We waste a blow.
If
feat. Nas, Lil Jon
[Lil Jon]
Yeah!
Bravehearts!
Yeah!
That boy Nas!
Yeah!
Me I'm your boy Lil Jon
Yeah!
Right now we going to talk
of those cars
Why' see I always wanted one of those cars
Long black 'n shiny an' pull up to the bars
Honk your horn, put down your windows, push yer
think ya'll on vacation, man
Stop doin', man
[JD]
Come on
See, I been lookin' at the game, ya know?
And I see it ain't too many ya'll
That can
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