Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Push It Away, artist - Petey Pablo. Date of issue: 06.05.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Push It Away |
| 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 |
| 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 Bitch |
| I’m so sick, hit the button 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 cock them steel pipes |
| Ya' feel Cyph |
| Knock your block off then |
| Oh shit, 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 bitch in the bed, spreading leg’s giving me head |
| I rock with Petey, bitch |
| Cause when I rock with Petey |
| Petey got me on that verbalist shit |
| 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 |
| Fuck pretend, 'round her Son it’s real now |
| It’s real now |
| Motherfucker I said it’s real now |
| So cut the bullshit |
| Fuck it you ain’t fooling shit |
| Faggots, when you see us |
| Start shitting while you growing spit |
| And who the hell is you to charge and lean |
| When we the illest motherfuckers 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 ass of your whore |
| Passion is raw |
| Even though I smash on your jaw |
| We laughing at y’all |
| Y’all pussies, fuck blasting at y’all |
| 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 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 shit that I was |
| Up, fuck it, fuck her |
| Kick her to the curb |
| On to the next bitch |
| 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 fucking 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 |
| Shit, 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 shit, the longer I stay in this bitch |
| So how y’all gonna fuck up that |
| Man, leave me alone |
| Let me stay where the fuck I’m at |
| Ain’t nothing but some money |
| What’s money, fuck money |
| Ain’t nothing but some paper with some goddamn dead motherfuckers on it |
| Can’t take it with ya' when they put ya' in the hole |
| And throw the goddamn dirt all over ya' |