Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Push That N****, Push That H**, artist - Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz. Album song Kings of Crunk, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.10.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Orchard
Song language: English
Push That N****, Push That H** |
You ride up to the club nigga, I don’t give a fuck |
Sick of yo' ass in the club bitch, I don’t give a fuck |
Drinkin' cris in the v.i., I don’t give a fuck |
Talkin' shit 'bout me, bitch I don’t give a fuck |
You gotta pocket full of money nigga, I don’t give a fuck |
You drinkin' off with them ho’s bitch, I don’t give a fuck |
In the club wit yo' pussy click, I don’t give a fuck |
Security on my dick bitch, I don’t give a fuck |
Drop dem bow’s on dem muthafuckin' pussy ass niggas |
Drop dem bow’s on dem muthafuckin' pussy ass niggas |
I got that eastside wit me, I don’t give a fuck |
Got that westside wit me, I don’t give a fuck |
Drop dem bow’s on dem muthafuckin' pussy ass niggas |
Drop dem bow’s on dem muthafuckin' pussy ass niggas |
I got that north side wit me, I don’t give a fuck |
I got that southside wit me, I don’t give a fuck |
We rollin' deep in this bitch so fuck why’all niggas |
We rollin' deep in this bitch so fuck why’all niggas |
I got that dirty south wit me, I don’t give a fuck |
I got that midwest wit me, I don’t give a fuck |
If security step up we’ll crush dem niggas |
If security step up we’ll crush dem niggas |
I got that east coast wit me, I don’t give a fuck |
I got that west coast with me, I don’t give a fuck |
Man I do this in spite, my mom ain’t married, bitch I’m a bastard |
Nigga I fuck over me, you know what I do to these rappers |
They come in here huffin' and puffin' |
And screamin' and cussin' and bustin' they verses |
Nigga you betta calm yo' ass down unless you excited to see me in person |
I’m rollin' with thugs and felons ughhh, that’s 'cause it’s own killaz |
We gon' teach you ol' punk ass niggas to respect us authority figures |
Throw one of a kind boy when we be pourin' up in the club |
You’re going down boy too bad fuck ya, sorry for ya |
Listen let’s not to get shook, but I ain’t the one to come lookin' |
Cause all I can tell the police is, I am not a crook |
I fuck big fine bitches, my dick get hard, watch it grow |
Then gimme fine head, blow my shotgun, tastes good don’t it |
Now tell me that ain’t the life, tellin' me my niggas ain’t for life |
Now tell me that shit ain’t tight |
Tell me that why’all want to be just like me |
I beat these bitches down, I watch these cowards up |
Nigga you talkin' shit (huh) hoe you tryna power up |
Why’all niggas ain’t ready for this, muthafuckas ain’t steady for this |
Cause why’all still ain’t learn, nigga got a 4−4 cocked |
In a flick so hot make a muthafucka feel that burn |
Niggas say word, where da herb |
You stay up off my dick don’t back talk my nigga finna' get up in 'em |
Back up off of this nigga |
The one nigga that fucked up they shut up the talkin |
Barkin' betta block 'em off the nigga talkin, sparkin |
Betta watch and dodge and never mind he caught it |
Where da thugs at up in this bitch, fuck a nigga up why’all represent |
Gimme some gin, gimme some hen |
Naw just gimme both and I’ll mix it all in |
Who want to take a lil' sip of this in, let me get ya twisted man |
Niggas on fire, don’t stop droppin' dem that’s a lie, we just won’t die |
We come back flya than ever, higher than ever this time |
Wit venomous rhymes |
So any nigga want to get involved, what you think you can fuck wit my dogs |
Nigga you thinkin' you rubbin' us while we’re thuggin this |
Did you think you can fuck wit us, bone, bone-bone-bone-bone |
You ready to do this the hell with the song |
We ain’t gotta tell you it’s on, you know this |
Poppin' the Glock to put a stop to the ho shit |
Why’all still can’t fuck wit us and never will because |
We too fuckin' cold, too fuckin bold |
Got too many souljas ready to roll wit da goddamn bone |