Freak Nasty - Pushem' Up lyrics

See, when I do these tracks ... I like to see y'all move. That's why I do 'em. To make you move, nod your head or somethin'. You know It doesn't matter how you do it. You know, see, when I do these Tracks, I wanna see you move. I wanna see you nod yo' head, get On the floor, or do somethin', you know what I'm talkin' 'bout, ya Heard me? A-push 'em up, baby, a-push 'em up, c'mon (4x) Verse 1 Now I'm steppin' out the woodwork, you know it should work Makin' people dance to the jams, but it could hurt When the sound hit loud, y'know how it sound When the vibes slide through your hide, it's hard to sit down ]From the club to your ride, inside or outside I'm changin' up the game since the moment I arrived I'm sellin' at arenas with funk, like Cold Medina And girl, it's guaranteed for all you seqoritas I'm knockin' mamasitas from east to west coast I'm knockin' in your speakers a lot more than most Have 'em meltin' like bu*ter on your breakfast toast And at the end of the night, they givin' up the ghost New Orleans born, but now I'm in the ATL You can tell that we sell just ahead on the 12 To the 9-9-9-dot-9-88 Platinum plus, baby, don't playa hate, push 'em up Chorus (4x) Jam-jiggy-jam-jiggy-jam, c'mon! Everybody get 'em up, push 'em up, c'mon! Verse 2 I'm takin' over the world without even tryin' I fly in first cla**, recline while sippin' wine And baby, I ain't lyin' when I announce I'm retirin' And women all over will stop and start cryin' I'm down to make hits for years to come And get you all alone with the flip of my tongue Have you hung over with the ruch of the cum And leave your body numb after givin' you some If you're fine to me, then I'm fine to you too If you hatin' on me, I'm still fine to you But why you playa hatin' on sh** I create? You can't participate; if not, then motivate That's why the hatin' n***as bring you down You sell more than them, the bustas want to clown Don't mean-mug me while I'm wishin' you luck While you stuck on hatin' I'm still pushin' 'em up, c'mon ... Chorus Verse 3 Freak Nasty's the one gettin' 99% Hangin' out with all the fly girls and gents Havin' freaky parties in my house or my pent Love's in the air, you can tell by the scent My Porsche and my 'Vette get pushed in AM And in the PM I rolls the BM So black, do you know where Hard Hood is at? It's stacked on my wall in platinum plaques In a club, big baller, young shot caller And a lot of playa haters would love to see me fall And flap, right of the face of the earth I'm takin' over turf for all that it's worth When I surf the nation, it's history in the makin' I'm always real, I never come fakin' The south is blowin' up like centinnial park 'Cause I be gettin' where you in, so don't leave a star, c'mon ... Chorus