Push It

作词 : Rotem, Jonathan

作曲 : Rotem, Jonathan

Ross

[00:08.30][00:14.46][00:20.52][00:33.89][00:39.89][00:45.93][00:52.98][00:58.69][01:05.59][01:11.71][01:18.28][01:24.47][01:30.56][01:38.56][01:43.60][02:02.84][02:08.96][02:15.04][03:25.50](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

Push It by Rick Ross from the album Port Of Miami: Niggas 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

[01:56.58][02:54.49][03:00.81]I push and I push(Push)

[01:58.34][03:02.12]I ride and I ride(Ride)

[02:00.09][03:03.73]Tryna survive on 95

[02:03.54][03:06.88]Put it all on the line(Line)

[02:04.95][03:08.35]At the drop of a dime(Dime)

[02:06.24][03:09.89]I be pus*in' them whips(Whips)

[02:07.70][03:11.40]Yes, three at a time

[00:55.41][00:56.77][01:00.08][01:01.46][01:03.05][02:09.80][02:11.29][02:12.69][02:16.30][02:17.93][02:19.18][03:13.56][03:14.88][03:16.50][03:19.85][03:21.38][03:22.80]I'm pus*in' it(Push)

[01:04.59][02:14.22][03:18.14][03:24.38]I gotta

I handle shit 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