| 歌曲 | Keep It Rollin' |
| 歌手 | A Tribe Called Quest |
| 专辑 | Midnight Marauders |
| 作词 : Mitchell, Muhammad ... | |
| Verse one：phife dawg | |
| Aiyyo swing swing swing, to chop chop chop | |
| Yo that's the sound when mc's get mopped | |
| Don't come around town without the hip in your hop | |
| Cause when the shit hits the fan, that ass'll get dropped | |
| Mc's wanna attack me but them punks can't cope | |
| I'll have you left without a job, like isley from the love boat | |
| So money watch your mouth, or i might have to bust ya | |
| Battlin mc's, from jfk to russia | |
| Back down to london, sweden and brazil | |
| Do a u.s. tour for three months and then a chill | |
| Styles be fat like jackie gleason, the rest be art carney | |
| People love the dawg like the kids love barney | |
| "i love you, you love me" | |
| The shorty phife dawg is your favorite mc | |
| So move back yaself dread, you know the element | |
| The tribe is good for your health like a can of nutriment | |
| Mc's don't have no winds, mc's don't have no winds | |
| I flips you crazier than a busload of jerry's kids | |
| Your crew don't want it, man your crew don't want it | |
| But if you feel you can swing it, then money please bring it | |
| (sup) large professor in the house (sup) | |
| (sup) you know how we do (sup) | |
| (sup) i stay on your crew (sup) | |
| (whassup) like mario lemieux (whassup) | |
| (whassup?) peace to ike love | |
| (sup? hah hah) and the rest of the crew (whassup?) | |
| (whassup?) i meet you guys in front the cleaners | |
| Bring the blunts and the brew so | |
| Verse two: q-tip | |
| Whassup kids? the ab is speaking from the moon | |
| Thanks for your support, aiyyo i'll be home soon | |
| But the only thing i ask when i return from my task | |
| Is a whole bunch of beats and a blass full of ass | |
| My fist stands firm because i'm, black and solid | |
| I open up your pores like a plate full of collards | |
| C'mon take it easy wouldya, easy easy | |
| I'm up in the gulley, that's when i am her buddy | |
| She told me pull her hair, i did, it drove her nutty | |
| Filled up the hole like spackle or i mean putty | |
| When we over joints like this we never cruddy | |
| Extra p hooked the beat, and kids it feels luh-huh-ovely | |
| Check it out, cause my conception is immaculate | |
| A bachelor, lookin for a bachlelorette | |
| Back to you mc's, this is what your gonna get | |
| A first degree burn from my man ken's cigarette | |
| I hope you like malboro, paul you know we thorough like denver | |
| The beat feels like a never-ender | |
| But all things good must, so i won't sweat it | |
| Drop the c's for the youthful crew, i hope you get it | |
| As i stand, grip this mic inside my hand | |
| Boy i smack you up, like i was your old grand | |
| So respect yourself son, and come and gimme love | |
| Once again the ab is who you think of | |
| So chill with the beef money, we got a jetti | |
| Verse three: extra p (large professor) | |
| It's extra p and yo tip i'm bout to set it | |
| On the country once again here to win | |
| I'm uptown chillin, takin in this grand master vic blend | |
| From the projects, the pj's, **** them two dj's | |
| Self mission, i had her in the ill position | |
| Saying "large youse the soul brother that i'd like to | |
| Eff with for the rest of my life" yeah yeah now check the method | |
| As i, proceed with what you need like akinyele | |
| A whip looks complete when the tires say firelli | |
| Funk monkey, one rapper fell off, now he's a junkie | |
| There's 8 million stories in the city it's a pity | |
| Don't **** with the skins if she's trying to act shitty | |
| Shout to the guru, primo and zulu zulu | |
| Nation, was on a vacation, in the ghetto | |
| Yo ras slow your roll i'm bout to bag this here's metal | |
| Rapper nas on topic, seems we gonna rock it | |
| Queens represent, buy the album when i drop it (drop it) |
| zuò cí : Mitchell, Muhammad ... | |
| Verse one: phife dawg | |
| Aiyyo swing swing swing, to chop chop chop | |
| Yo that' s the sound when mc' s get mopped | |
| Don' t come around town without the hip in your hop | |
| Cause when the shit hits the fan, that ass' ll get dropped | |
| Mc' s wanna attack me but them punks can' t cope | |
| I' ll have you left without a job, like isley from the love boat | |
| So money watch your mouth, or i might have to bust ya | |
| Battlin mc' s, from jfk to russia | |
| Back down to london, sweden and brazil | |
| Do a u. s. tour for three months and then a chill | |
| Styles be fat like jackie gleason, the rest be art carney | |
| People love the dawg like the kids love barney | |
| " i love you, you love me" | |
| The shorty phife dawg is your favorite mc | |
| So move back yaself dread, you know the element | |
| The tribe is good for your health like a can of nutriment | |
| Mc' s don' t have no winds, mc' s don' t have no winds | |
| I flips you crazier than a busload of jerry' s kids | |
| Your crew don' t want it, man your crew don' t want it | |
| But if you feel you can swing it, then money please bring it | |
| sup large professor in the house sup | |
| sup you know how we do sup | |
| sup i stay on your crew sup | |
| whassup like mario lemieux whassup | |
| whassup? peace to ike love | |
| sup? hah hah and the rest of the crew whassup? | |
| whassup? i meet you guys in front the cleaners | |
| Bring the blunts and the brew so | |
| Verse two: qtip | |
| Whassup kids? the ab is speaking from the moon | |
| Thanks for your support, aiyyo i' ll be home soon | |
| But the only thing i ask when i return from my task | |
| Is a whole bunch of beats and a blass full of ass | |
| My fist stands firm because i' m, black and solid | |
| I open up your pores like a plate full of collards | |
| C' mon take it easy wouldya, easy easy | |
| I' m up in the gulley, that' s when i am her buddy | |
| She told me pull her hair, i did, it drove her nutty | |
| Filled up the hole like spackle or i mean putty | |
| When we over joints like this we never cruddy | |
| Extra p hooked the beat, and kids it feels luhhuhovely | |
| Check it out, cause my conception is immaculate | |
| A bachelor, lookin for a bachlelorette | |
| Back to you mc' s, this is what your gonna get | |
| A first degree burn from my man ken' s cigarette | |
| I hope you like malboro, paul you know we thorough like denver | |
| The beat feels like a neverender | |
| But all things good must, so i won' t sweat it | |
| Drop the c' s for the youthful crew, i hope you get it | |
| As i stand, grip this mic inside my hand | |
| Boy i smack you up, like i was your old grand | |
| So respect yourself son, and come and gimme love | |
| Once again the ab is who you think of | |
| So chill with the beef money, we got a jetti | |
| Verse three: extra p large professor | |
| It' s extra p and yo tip i' m bout to set it | |
| On the country once again here to win | |
| I' m uptown chillin, takin in this grand master vic blend | |
| From the projects, the pj' s, them two dj' s | |
| Self mission, i had her in the ill position | |
| Saying " large youse the soul brother that i' d like to | |
| Eff with for the rest of my life" yeah yeah now check the method | |
| As i, proceed with what you need like akinyele | |
| A whip looks complete when the tires say firelli | |
| Funk monkey, one rapper fell off, now he' s a junkie | |
| There' s 8 million stories in the city it' s a pity | |
| Don' t with the skins if she' s trying to act shitty | |
| Shout to the guru, primo and zulu zulu | |
| Nation, was on a vacation, in the ghetto | |
| Yo ras slow your roll i' m bout to bag this here' s metal | |
| Rapper nas on topic, seems we gonna rock it | |
| Queens represent, buy the album when i drop it drop it |