Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Push It Along, artist - Slum Village. Album song YES, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 15.06.2016
Record label: Ne'Astra
Song language: English
Push It Along |
| Coming from the urban city ghettos |
| But we still King, queen, natural born rebels |
| Black tails, crack sales |
| Heavy, we do- (push it along) |
| We done seen everything |
| From niggas, gun fights, sellin' dope, gettin cream |
| It ain’t the pressure, you can ask my ancestors |
| Trifecta from the Tribeca |
| I bet you we a (push it along) |
| Resurrect, lil' effort |
| Lil' 17 tryna' microphone check it |
| Niggas tryna' stress it |
| Rather see me Pyrexin' |
| That ain’t me, that ain’t we |
| We the essence |
| Push it along (uh-uh), push it along (okay) |
| Push it along, just push it along (come on) |
| It’s too much to spit, my life is kind of tragic |
| I’d rather spit a hit for the jam and be Kobe |
| Still on the quest like Phife and Jarobi |
| Gotta (push it along, just) |
| Tired of being bummed out |
| Yeah, It’s been a minute |
| Nothing short of 60 seconds |
| Can’t stomach where I come from |
| Hard to eat breakfast |
| You ain’t refined when you tryna' get acceptance |
| Gold Lexus, Rolex’s, stupid dumb necklace |
| (Push it along) |
| You see the rap game is stitched in my hoodie |
| Hype when I’m on the mic |
| To excite you like I’m Goodie Mob |
| Never slob |
| You guessed this, what is this |
| Spit when I kick this, relentless |
| Yeah, you did it to death |
| But that’s a death wish |
| Gotta do it big like you Precious |
| Let’s just |
| Push it along (uh-uh), push it along (okay) |
| Push it along, just push it along (come on) |
| Push it with me, you gotta pull it (yeah) |
| You gotta do what you do |
| We keep it movin', yes |
| You gotta |
| Fuck the next saint |
| Young Trey got his cream on |
| Block got him braced |
| But his, the love gone |
| Bout' to move up, the Jefferson theme song |
| The means are extreme, but what he goin' lean on |
| Don Juice, top shotta |
| Who claim hotta? |
| Trash rhymers back off, your mics gettin' cut off |
| New York or Rock City |
| We never rhyme soft |
| Emphasizin' true spit, dat girth and grit (uh, yeah) |
| Rose Gold dreams, high self-esteem |
| Livin' on your knees ain’t |
| Clock don’t stop, so the |
| Don’t clothes shop, tryna' cop |
| Heavy triple beams |
| You better (push it along) |
| Like Tribe’s Instinctive Travels |
| Damn you know the voice, Mutty Ranks |
| Back in the saddle |
| Despite my hiatus, I stays ready to battle |
| King from Queens, get your ass out of my castle |
| Yeah, preacher told 'em but it ain’t clickin' |
| Light switches get dimmer when it’s gray and the sun missin' |
| You gotta do what you do |
| We keep it movin', yeah |
| You gotta |
| Push it with me, you gotta pull it, yeah with me |
| You gotta do what you do |
| We keep it movin', yes |
| You gotta |
| Just push |