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