Push It
Push It may refer to:
See also: "Pushit" (song), a 1996 song by Tool
Static-X
Static-X was an American heavy metal band from Los Angeles, California formed in 1994. The line-up fluctuated over the years, but always held constant with band founder, frontman, vocalist, and guitarist Wayne Static. The band rose to fame with their 1999 debut album Wisconsin Death Trip where the band's heavy industrial metal sound found attention within the burgeoning nu metal movement of the late 1990s, with the album eventually going platinum in the United States. The band released five more albums over the course of the next decade: Machine in 2001, Shadow Zone in 2003, Start a War in 2005, Cannibal in 2007, and Cult of Static 2009.
Shortly after their last album's release, the band entered a hiatus while Static worked on his solo album, Pighammer, in 2011. Static briefly reformed Static-X in 2012, using only members of his solo album's touring band, before officially breaking up in June 2013. On November 1, 2014, Wayne Static died at the age of 48.
History
Formation, Wisconsin Death Trip and Machine (1994–2001)
Push It (Static-X song)
"Push It" is the first single from the industrial metal band Static-X's first album, Wisconsin Death Trip. "Push It" is one of Static-X's best known and most popular songs and is credited, along with "I'm with Stupid", for making Wisconsin Death Trip Static-X's best-selling album. The song is a combination of most effects of the industrial metal genre along with the band's self-described "evil disco". The music video for Push It was directed by Mick Olszewski and introduces shots of clay creatures mixed in with the band performing the song.
Music and lyrics
The song talks about being self-strong, not giving up. The song begins and concludes with heavier segments with screamed vocals, while its middle section is more atmospheric and melodic.
Chart performance
Track listing
Trivia
Formic acid
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References
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Push It
by: DiplomatsKillah! Dip Set! Jim Jones, Santana
Man, shit ain't changed since eighty-eight (nope)
Get on the corner and push something
Dip Set! (Killah!)
Yo baby yo, Hey, you, yes give me a kiss
You better make it fast, I know you like what's on my wrist
(Now y'all know me from that block where we move them rocks)
(You better make it fast, watch your ass, or get pursued by cops)
You don't know what its like up on that Peter Pan
Paranoia, weeded damn, damn, but we the man
Proceed to jam, call us if you need a hand
Call us if you need some grams, (Jim Jones) Cesar Cam
Every season man, Killah keep it seasoned, fam
Call me a (?)dobo loco papo(?), believe it man
(Now what's the chain, why's that because I need two things)
(Satisfy my need, drinking Sizzurp, now bitch just roll my weed)
Now push it, push it good
Push it, push it real good
Ooh baby baby, ooh baby baby
Ooh baby baby, Get up on this!
D-I-P S-E-T, that gangsta crew
Niggaz know the rules, follow codes, cuz that's how gangstas move
Get your mayo, sell that yayo, strip clubs make it rain
These thugs play the game, get bucks save that cane
After that, baby girl, Hey let's get some bub
Love, love, don't rub, we fittin to hit the club
Yeah they dance, but a lap dance they want a dub
They don't know nan, ask Trick they love a thug
Bam bam, jam jam, and a handstand, ha ha so tan in the tan stand
Ra-ra, na-na, ha-ha, la-la, mama I keep that blam blam
Now push it, push it good
Push it, push it real good
All my ladies cry, all I say is "my"
When I'm in them thighs, all you hear is "Aye!"
Why, why, "Aye!", stop it stop it "Aye!"
My cock a rocket cock over so I can pop it "Aye!"
You fake old G's is corny, wack me and my breeze the dawny(?)
Hard, we live too, just like the 2 Live Crew, me so horny
Cuz I'm a choosy thug, you get your booty hugged
Face down, ass up, don't stop, gitty gitty, I want some dookie love
I'm like hey baby hey, ain't no games to play
It's money out there, yeah it's a gang to be made
I'm a pimp baby hey, I'm screamin "pimp pimp hooray"
Scream it with me okay, now hit the strip and get paid, hey
Odd money's hard money, even money's cheating money
Slow money's no money, and no money's a beating honey
Push it good, push it fast, push it right
If a nigga push that ass, push it back, push it twice, but push it
Hey, hey, whoa, whoa, yo, O's I bake and feed it
To the fiends with the lean, in the beam with the cream
With a team that's straight from phoenix
That man that loses, face the music, still get cake like Regis
Hey ma it's J.R., you know I had to make the remix
See I push it cook it, push and cook it, push to cook it
And roll wit cooks that's crooked, old G's who look and cooks it
You'll get sprayed and showered, wit K's and Cal's, toupee devoured
Shots ring, bang bang, you hit, he hit
Have your block put up a bouquet of flowers
Now push it, push it good
Push it, push it real good
Ooh baby baby, ooh baby baby