text: Push
  Cmon, shorty, stay push, cmon
  Cmon, cmon, push its almost there
  One more time, cmon
  Cmon, push, baby, one more time
  Harder, harder, push it harder
  Push, push, cmon
  One more time, here it goes
  I see the head!
  Yeah, cmon!
  Yeah! Yeah!
  You did it, baby, yeah!
  But if you lose, dont ask no questions why
  The only game you know is do or die
  Ah-ha-ha
  Hard to understand what a hell of a man...
  Hip hop the hippie the hippie
  To the hip hip hop and you dont stop
  Rock it out, baby bubba, to the boogie, the bang-bang
  The boogie to the boogie that be
  Now, what you hear is not a test...
  God damn it, Voletta, what the fuck are you doin?
  You cant control that God damn boy? What?
  I just saw Mr. Johnson, he told me he caught the motherfucking boy shoplifting
  What the fuck are you doin? 
  You cant control that God—
  I dont know what the fuck to do with that boy
  What the fuck do you want me to do?
  If— if you cant con— fucking control him
  Ima send him— 
  Ima send him— Bitch, bitch, I—
  Ima send his motherfuckin ass to a group home God damn it, what?
  Ill smack the shit outta you, bitch! 
  What the fuck?
  Yo— You— You are fucking up 
  Ima fuck you up
  When Im bustin up a party I feel no guilt
  Gizmos cuttin up for thee
  Suckers thats down with nei—
  What, nigga, you wanna rob them motherfuckin trains, you crazy?
  Yes, yes, motherfucker, motherfuckin right, nigga, yes
  Nigga, what the fuck, nigga? We gonna get—
  Nigga, its eighty-seven nigga, is you dead broke?
  Yeah, nigga, but, but, nigga—
  Motherfucker, is you broke, motherfucker?
  We need to get some motherfuckin paper, nigga
  Yeah, but nigga, its a train, aint nobody robbed no motherfucking train
  Just listen, man, your mother giving you money, nigga?
  My moms dont give me shit, nigga
  Its time to get paid, nigga
  Is you with me?
  Motherfucker, is you with me?
  Yeah, Im with you, nigga, cmon
  Alright then, nigga, lets make it happen then
  All you motherfuckers get on the fuckin floor!
  Get on the motherfucking floor!
  Give me all your motherfucking money 
  I want the fuckin jewelry, give me every-fuckin-thing
  Nigga Id shut the fuck up or Ima blow your motherfuckin brains out! 
  Nigga, give me your jewelry, empty your pockets 
  Get up off that shit
  What the fuck you holding on to that shit for, bitch?
  I get money, money I got
  Stunts call me honey if they feel real hot
  Open C-74, Smalls
  Mr. Smalls, let me walk you to the door
  So how does it feel leaving us?
  Cmon man, what kind of fucking question is that man?
  Trying to get the fuck up out this joint dog
  Yeah, yeah, youll be back
  You niggers always are
  Go ahead man, what the fuck is you hollering about?
  You wont see me up in this motherfucker no more
  Well see
  I got big plans nigga, big plans, hahahaha