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!)