Petey Pablo - Push It Away lyrics

[Hook:] I use to wanna be on Soul Train Till I got up on Soul Train And found out Soul Train Was nothing like a Soul Train Now I wanna push it away I use to wanna be a Rap Singer Till I started Rap Singing And found out Rap Singing Was nothing like Rap Singing Now I wanna push it away [Wes Cyphers:] We in the place where cat's yacking, busting for a fat sack Your gat's packed, they hitting back Spitting, you ain't getting that I'm coming close to any flow that I kick I'm throwing, [?] Petey got me on tape boning your b**h I'm so sick, hit the bu*ton and get the buzz and hit the club Mr. Martin the dirty rotten scoundrel that you wish you was It's still Cypher, I [?] and co*k them steel pipes Ya' feel Cyph Knock your block off then [?] Oh sh**, he done "done" it again My mouth is fully loaded like this gun burning my lead Turning your heads, like finding out your girl is "Les" And Cyph got the b**h in the bed, spreading leg's giving me head I rock with Petey, b**h Cause when I rock with Petey Petey got me on that verbalist sh** This murderous pen, [?] A full course meal with [?] Deserving you end Son, the way you swerving the Benz Let me catch you outside and curb stomp you and your man's f** pretend, 'round her Son it's real now It's real now Motherf**er I said it's real now So cut the bullsh** f** it you ain't fooling sh** f*ggots, when you see us Start sh**ting while you growing spit And who the hell is you to charge and lean When we the illest motherf**ers rocking, step in the game Right through the door Put your hair right on the floor The same way I put nine inches through the a** of your who*e Pa**ion is raw Even though I smash on your jaw We laughing at y'all Y'all pussies, f** blasting at y'all [Hook:] I use to wanna be on Soul Train Till I got up on Soul Train And found out Soul Train Was nothing like a Soul Train Now I wanna push it away [Skit] I use to wonder why my folk be sipping syrup, and syr-syrup Like Aunt Jemima Syrup, and nope That ain't the same kinda syrup I'm mean, when I finally hit me some syrup Found out why they were sipping on syrup Um, earl I earled right in front of a girl She was a pretty girl, not just any girl I was trying to get with the girl And show the girl I'm the sh** that I was Up, f** it, f** her Kick her to the curb On to the next b**h She ain't see me earl Guess I still got my reputation with her Come on chick Before my stomach start b-burbelling and I have to earl again Anyway yep, back to the subject In here f**ing with Shane, Wes Cyphers, [?] Using up fifty-five track Three o'clock, the session over We gonna have to leave out in here Simon told Butch, keep his eyes on that sh**, I ain't scared I ain't leaving here Until I'm good and goddamn ready And I don't I think I'm goddamn ready Man, I'm steady Coming up with more hot sh**, the longer I stay in this b**h So how y'all gonna f** up that Man, leave me alone Let me stay where the f** I'm at Ain't nothing but some money What's money, f** money Ain't nothing but some paper with some goddamn dead motherf**ers on it Can't take it with ya' when they put ya' in the hole And throw the goddamn dirt all over ya' [Hook]