Push It (Remix)

[Verse 1: Bun B] I'm the king of the trill, and the king of the coca My city's on fire, And my vida is loca Bubble kush, I'm a smoker, Canaries, I'm a croaker Tuck on my team and we'll get you touched like Tony Toca Yeah, I fuck with Cubano, & Mexicano, Columbiano, Even Dominicano Not to mention boricuas, That be serving the geekers (Geekers) Stackin that bread while gettin’ head from the finest of chicas See I come from Port Arthur, and it's a port town Where we importin the white and we export brown I'll take all I can get and I'll getcha all you can take We sell it all, from twenty packs to eight-balls, to the shake See I'm like an Ochoa, Rick Ross is my Pablo All we need is a wrapper, And this team is diablo I'm the daddy of dope, So just call me the padre If you don't like it, chinga tu madre I push it to the limit [Chorus: Rick Ross] I'm pushin it, Push, I’m pushin it, Push I'm pushin it, Push, I gotta (Push it to the limit) x2 [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I'm poppin now, It's the boss We got it poppin now, She done took it off I'm Ballin baby, big bus of bubble kush and I'm gravy In a grey Mercedes movin yay like big guy did in the eighties I see ya pushin it, Know what'cha lookin at Nigga don't trip, hollow tips on the tip of that A million dolla flip, don't trip, Imma triple that Rick, triple platinum off the rip, and Imma triple that I'm in the Phantom cause I'm rich, I’m whippin’ that Brick in the Phantom like a bitch, I’m pimpin’ that You know Imma shine ‘cause I shine all the time Hundred grand for the watch, for my dogs doin’ time You dudes superstitious, dealing with stupid bitches I got supermodels, cookin’ me Cuban dishes (Ross) On the regular, people tappin’ my cellular But it's triple C's, no seeds, y’all regular See's no nigga, these G's are federal Push it to the limit, young nigga, whatcha better do I followed my dreams, Put God first Mama said you'll get rich with a lil hard work [Chorus: Rick Ross] I'm pushin it, Push, I’m pushin it, Push I'm pushin it, Push, I gotta (Push it to the limit) x2 [Verse 3: Jadakiss & Styles P] Everybody’s a man, we ain't dealin with feelings While you risking your freedom ,niggas is rainin with millions When the ghetto is out, then the medal is out And its never a drought, niggas is never without From Broadway, to the Miami port, To Colombia, on a cartel resort From 1 grand to a whole ton, This a sweet ride, not a long run Money Machines, this is not a game Gotta plane, got a spot where there’s 100 of dem things Mon take to Jada, rico dinero Whip it real hard move the dinero We buy it and hold it, til they buy it back They glorifying rats, we glorifying crack White boys cop it, stash it in they loafers Our relationship is still good with the smokers [Chorus: Rick Ross] I'm pushin it, Push, I’m pushin it, Push I'm pushin it, Push, I gotta (Push it to the limit) x2 [Verse 4: The Game] Pushin that Continental yup, On the I-10 Never been to jail, ask me why ’cause I don't ride rims (Nope) That'll blow my cover, Ohh noooooo I'm like a midget when dealin' Cause I stay on the low I stay on that dro, Higher than a fuckin plane Is it a bird? Nah bitch, it's the fuckin Game I thought I'd be on the block, Pushin raw forever Cause in '95 I used to push it like Salt N' Pepa Graduated to baking soda, Now I'm pushin grams I was grindin’ before Malice and Pusha man I'm no Pusha T, But I got 'em stacked on top of each other in my grill, like crooked teeth I push it from M-I-A to C-A, I got 'em on the internet, Push 'em on Ebay Everyday, it's niggas like me on the freeway Give it a little gas and (Push it to the limit!)