| I’ma get to be the king of New York
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| When the queen and the crib be killing my nights
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| And a horse rode in her
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| She swear the fresh prince gonna fail
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| Parents just don’t understand
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| I’m just trying to get my kid on
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| Posing in the mirror design
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| A stone chizzling the dmc, a pedigree m
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| A better me then
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| Shit I’m chasing this bus
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| Once we get on peak it’s all about us
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| Yeah but you can be a lawyer, put them down father boy
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| Sory ma', I’m a microphone fiend,
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| Addicted of the concept of rolling with a team
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| And rolling up sleeves in some boss' office
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| That all the mind of another man
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| Switch that on the… up to this other plan
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| But she snap back at me like a rubber band
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| More concern cause she swim in the gutter
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| I just wanna cop her a crib and pops, well I don’t know him
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| His position on the build is a veto
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| All our asses I’ll be treated like an equal
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| Come on mom
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| Through the doubt and the stress
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| My eyes stay glue
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| If it all goes wrong,
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| I’ll push it aside
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| I’ll keep pushin' along
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| Through the stress and no other doubt
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| My eyes are so glued to it
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| Like the words in the song
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| We just pusin' aside, pushin' along
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| Yep, attention from the parents
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| They just want the best, they want your ass up in… without falling
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| Explain it to them it is my calling
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| It’s like wearing a pack that has a parachute that might not open
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| And anyways, this shouldn’t even be descended
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| In they mind, up world, with your wings extended
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| Flight time is the best way,
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| But I’m listening to what my heart and my chest say
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| I want the rap game, my mama wanna… me
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| Pops like, don’t even spend another day on it
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| He keeps putting me down,
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| Say I’m riding with my hobby in the front seat
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| Responsibilities in the trunk and really need to just switch it around
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| Unplug the dream, push it along
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| With talents in these streets is pusher of song
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| Put smiles on the pretty girls' face
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| And … dudes embrace, when he’s giving me that
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| You can see it in they eyes that this nigga can rap
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| But my father, said I need a real blue color
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| Can’t support a family with a few dollars
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| But the damage is done, your son’s a fiend
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| For microphone and break beats and drum machines
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| For large crowd yelling out Pop and Dean
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| It’s swerve from the first serve making them lean
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| Through the doubt and the stress
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| My eyes stay glue
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| If it all goes wrong,
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| I’ll push it aside
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| I’ll keep pushin' along
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| Through the stress and no other doubt
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| My eyes are so glued to it
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| Like the words in the song
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| We just pusin' aside, pushin' along
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| They’ll like more pain, problem, more stress
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| I’m like, more lanes, albums, more bless
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| They like, not cheering it, not even hearing it
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| When I talk about I’m trying to be a pioneer in it
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| They’re like this not the real job to fall on
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| I’m like it’s what my soul seems to call on
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| I wanna hear them say Jay we support you
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| But still in all I gotta do what I gotta do
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| Yeah, and I’ma ride with them… let this doggy doggy step outside
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| … the … I used to slam doors shut
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| Mister parental advisor he was keeping his eyes on me
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| But this little piggy’s trying to tell the world
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| With the blessing from his number one girl, I can do this mom
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| Through the doubt and the stress
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| My eyes stay glue
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| If it all goes wrong,
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| I’ll push it aside
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| I’ll keep pushin' along
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| Through the stress and no other doubt
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| My eyes are so glued to it
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| Like the words in the song
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| We just pusin' aside, pushin' along |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pushin` Aside, Pushin` Along , by - De La Soul. Song from the album FIRST SERVE, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп