Lyrics Pusherman (feat. Dru Down, BlvckSeeds & Mr. Talkbox) - Bootsy Collins , Dru Down , Mr. Talkbox

Tonight won′t you come with me? (Yeah)
I'll be your naughty girl (serve it up like gold)
Fulfil all your fantasies
′Cause I'm a woman in a business world

I'm the new high pusher, yeah
I′m the new high pusher
I′m the new high pusher, hey yeah
The new high pusher

I'm out here on these streets
Come on, upon my sheet
Get on your knees (oh yes indeed)
Anything that this life brings
I′m your pusher
Don't bother me, funk you up for funkology
I am your pusherman, baby
Give me more kisses, is that okay?

Let me show you, I′m that pusherman
Call me choo-choo, baby yes I care
How you like me now? Comedy I am
Keep me a cracker, you could call me spam

See I'm the pusherman
And when I push real hard I make her do that dance
Then she wiggle-wiggle her hips and pucker them lips
I might give her a tip, that′s how she
Had her hair down over while I'm drivin' the whip

I′m the pusherman, call me Pusher G
Two door preface that roof on, getting super down-down
′Cause I'm out here on these streets
They lovin′ me, reggae DD

She addicted to picks, she learned to bring a few women
They wanna see the DDD
They wanna see how my bowl flow
Call me pusherman, baby

Why you lookin' like that?
Keep the monkey off of your back
Got to know her scream
It sure ′nuff good to be back

I'm the new hot pusher
New hot pusher yeah, mhmm
I′m the new hot pusher, hey yeah
Hot pusher, yeah

Woman, what a sight to behold
To be held in the arms, to see into her soul
A mother's touch, a sister's insight
With a grandmother′s wisdom we′ll be alright
Building, raise the chlidren, nurture love
Leave it to a woman and it'll never ever fall
Pusherman learn to front from his mother
And brought him to the streets so we could share him with each other

Why you lookin′ like that?
Keep the monkey off of your back
Got to know her scream
It sure 'nuff good to be back

I′m the new hot pusher, yeah
New hot pusher yeah, mhmm
I'm the new hot pusher, hey yeah
Hot pusher, yeah

I′m out here on these streets
Come on, upon my sheet
Get on your knees (oh yes indeed)
Anything that this life brings

I'm your pusher
Don't bother me, funk you up for funkology
I am your pusherman, baby
Give me more kisses, is that okay?

If these eyes could speak on behalf of the neglected
These missed opportunities and hidden figures
That conjure up the essence of this woman?
They′d let you know
You′ve just passed the portal, baby
This gateway to this eternal world of existence
That these very eyes that carry astigmatism

They see your crooked ways of thinking
These promiscuous hips that never lie
This yonie that creates a life beyond measure
Is the home to a king, someone that gives you everything you need
That this love, this unconditional love
That pours from my spirit is
Worse for somebody who knows how to push it, man
P-p-push it, baby

Why you lookin' like that?
Keep the monkey off of your back
Got to know her scream
It sure ′nuff good to be back

I'm the new hot pusher, yeah
New hot pusher yeah, mhmm
I′m the new hot pusher, hey yeah
Hot pusher, yeah

I'm out here on these streets
Come on, upon my sheet
Get on your knees (oh yes indeed)
Anything that this life brings
I′m your pusher
Don't bother me, funk you up for funkology
I am your pusherman, baby
Give me more kisses, is that okay?

My womb, warm, safe and strong, produces sapphires
As ancient as meteors and moors
As metaphysical as the creation of conciousness
And as persecuted as peoples in transgenerational slave ships
With chained hips to shackled ankles, death and regret

My womb is a portal
Through which I find my peace
From which one day a soul will release
That shall depart from the mother's holes
To come into the sacred sanctum of the self
The soul that does not know how old it is
Until the stars begin to resemble the reflection

My womb wreaks havoc and causes doom
My womb is an out of sight funkadelic disco room
That so many brothers and sisters want the all access backstage passes to
My womanhood is silenced for no one and nothing

Because if I do know one thing
If the queens didn′t make the game, I′m just saying
My mama, her-her mama, your mama
Put some, put some respect on her
(Soon they'll know they′re black gold) p-p-push it, baby

I'm your pusher
Don′t bother me, funk you up for funkology
I am your pusherman, baby
Give me more kisses, is that okay?

I woman, hear me roar
Everything you're searching for
I woman, hear me cry
Sanctify before my eyes
I am otherworld, you see
Can I put your bread on me?
Listen, learn, and please take heed
I am everything you need