Nasty Freak

Pushem' Up

Nasty Freak


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 butter 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 class, 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 shit I create? 
You can't participate; if not, then motivate 
That's why the hatin' niggas 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