Juice Magazin - Push lyrics

[Intro: M.E.D, J Dilla & Sample] Yeah Yeah Get ready Push See you out there Yeah Do your thing girl Let's go, now [Verse 1] First seen her at a club scene High pose, playing with her tongue ring Big thighs, tight jeans, pink g-strings Strawberry lips, small hips, no green High confident, no teen Bought her boy a free drink, fake smiles bring Ain't Mary, fronting with her wedding ring Flash for broke, pie when they bling Late night fake affection, these erections Hit blow, s** investment, girl get dough She throw it like a [?] strip show Nympho to the floor, bring it back like oh Too cold with it, s**y exquisite Want to [?] and grow old with it But you'll be lucky if you're with it She's superstitious, too cute so [?] [Hook: M.E.D. & Sample] Yeah, work that thang girl, Push Get your monthly, damn, Push Five series, whip down that fast lane, Push Uh, uh, get yours [Verse 2] Can't help it, losing my patience With her anklets all up to her fragrance Smelling like cherry pie, hypnotise With cinnamon eyes, it's sweet lies Brown skin tone, rolling stone, pinky ring Big stones, always on the cell phone Always on the hustle Mama taught how to work that muscle to gain what a man own So devious, want to be so cold up in the mist Witness now, women hater Broke in the door trying to get a major While she floss seats with the Lakers Cool girl, you a player, yeah props due But when you look [?] what you gon do Two answers, rich baby daddy and nothing [?] cancer, walk to your [?] [Hook: M.E.D. & Sample] Yeah, work that thang girl, Push Get your monthly, damn, Push Five series, whip down that fast lane, Push Uh, uh, get yours [Interlude] Turn it up, uh, Push Yeah, get yours, Push New sh** Get your hustle, girl Make money, yeah J Dilla (woo, woo) That's right, you know Yeah Listen up, man You got M.E.D Just Blaze Yeah,clap And Philip, yeah Yo, turn this all the way up Let's go [Verse 3] Look, all eyes when we step through Wheels, raps, songs we got [?] Til bad, OJ Grey Goose House full of hoes and they broke too Now got twenty on it Got plenty on the it, pour Henny on it Wow, Just Blaze on the track Man, gritty on it, whole city on it (whole city on it) Call the shots, got many on it Many nine shots at the minivan holding knives We grew with the time Learn to get your paper with stacks each time, I Yeah, control my fate When the flow go ape, the dance floor shake You gon feel my pain Blaze drop the beat, the kid [?] bang Get back, please relax We don't know how to act better Get yours, keys by the stack Hoes in the back, let's go Get live, threes in a pack Damn dog, trying to front get back Baby girl for the dope, get back Just Blaze, where you at let's go