Push It歌词

作词 : Rotem, Jonathan
作曲 : Rotem, Jonathan
Ross
(Push it to the limit)
Port of Miami(Uh)
Importing the candy(Uh)
Ain't got nothing to lose(Nah)
I'm just supporting my family
Never traffic for fun(Fun)
Only traffic for funds(Funds)
All I seen is the struggle(Struggle)
It's like I'm trapped in this slum
****** were badly paid
No water we barely bathed
Better be better days on the way
That's on my daddy grave
I'm pus*ing the hard(Hard)
I'm pus*ing the soft(South)
If he pus*in' the white(Lie)
He pus*in' for Ross(Ross)
I waited and waited(Waited)
I dun ran outta patience(Patience)
They hated and hated
Left em slow dancing with satin
Fresh in my white tee
Mac eleven swear to God
I bought my first block
Broke it down and tore the block apart
I push and I push(Push)
I ride and I ride(Ride)
Tryna survive on 95
Put it all on the line(Line)
At the drop of a dime(Dime)
I be pus*in' them whips(Whips)
Yes, three at a time
I'm pus*in' it(Push)
I gotta
I handle **** like a handle off the banana boat
Bananas and the rifles
No cameras I'm just a man alone
I paid dues my moves done made news
I'm smooth my suede shoes
They new like Ray-Cial's
Nobody used to speak(Speak)
Now everybody wave(Wave)
You dunk your mamma house(House)
You set your sister straight(Straight)
I'm building a dream(Dream)
With elevators in it
Tell who made the linen
No gators got on my hater vision
I see ya, I see ya suckas(Suckas)
I see ya clear(Clear)
I know you see me in that phantom
Whiter then vaneers
Allergic to broke(Broke)
Determined to blow(Bow)
On the boat we hit the work
And detergent and soap(Uh)
We s*ip 'em from Haiti
They be whipping 'em daily
Let it dry, let it dry
Time to whip a Mercedes
I'm changin' my range(Ross)
Here to rain you parade(Parade)
You gotta push it to the limit
If you wanna be paid
I gotta(Push it to the limit)
We started minute
The money matured
My money secured
I got money's in Europe
My bundles be pure
Cost like a hundred a pour
The world is yours
Hundred million and more
Now I run the streets(Ross)
They all mine(Ross)
Twleve years over due
Call it due time
I told you never roll on the soul of a soldier(Uh)
You never know that dishwasher may be a beholder
Who ever thought that fat girl would grow into Opra(Uh)
Or that boy Rick Ross will be moldin' the culture
We breakin' the mold(Mold)
We push and we push(Push)
We breaking the hold