歌曲 | Keep On |
歌手 | Grand Puba |
专辑 | KEEP IN MUSIC PROJECT VOL.2 |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
"check it out ch'all and you don't stop. keep on and you don't stop" (x4) | |
Verse 1: | |
I knew from jump that my shit was gonna hit | |
Cause i spoke to dione warick and she put me on some psychic shit | |
She said becareful cause these girls be throwin' block | |
I said d don't even worry i sweat no girl for they stank box | |
I like drinkin' honey hit me a 5-1-6 | |
Girl: | |
What's a 5-1-6? | |
Puba: | |
Long island you dumb bitch | |
When it comes to this my style flows free like willy | |
Watch me grab the cream like them beverly hill billy | |
I know you're happy with the shit you just bought | |
It's the greatest return since jordan hit the court | |
Because my style changes frequently | |
See i been shit talkin' mics since the days of delenquency | |
Now i'm still the same low down gold teeth and gortex | |
And on occassion with the ruff sex | |
Stud doogie heats it up like a flannel | |
Cause he's smooth as wall panel | |
Hits the one and two like a freebee channel | |
I have no time for bullshitters i get bad honies jitters | |
As i walk be all the chickenhead critters | |
I got more funk then en vogue got junk in they trunk | |
My flow hits ya like a filty piece of skunk | |
So alley get the scomma fromt he dodge spot | |
Put it in the l and get high like an astronaut | |
Hook | |
Verse 2: | |
Now see they call me mr. mingo | |
Got a girl but i'm still single | |
Honies scream my name (puba) like they just won bingo | |
I take 'em out for a dinner or a show but you know how the rest go | |
Hey man no doe | |
You know the type you go out a few nights they sweat your pockets tight | |
Cause they rock they're rockers right | |
Go away little girl you gets nothing | |
But here take a bufferin to ease your pain and sufferin' | |
Cause i'm so aware of too many things | |
I know what i know if ya know what i mean | |
Come clean because i'm a fiend for a beat and a theme | |
Comin' strong like hakeem and it ain't a dream | |
Now is it me or is this hittin' like tyson? | |
Like a plate of beans and rice i be a needy winds on ice and | |
Grand puba, stud doogie on the nights i bag the dumb we hit a nut | |
And then we back up in her guts | |
See i get down and dirty like an arceologist | |
I get deep into your mind like a psycologist | |
I hit brothers in the head with the real | |
Bag honies like a charm cause grand puba is the bomb | |
So come on baby there's no need to play dumber | |
Or i be comin' around your nostrals when i cum | |
So check it out now... | |
Hook |
" check it out ch' all and you don' t stop. keep on and you don' t stop" x4 | |
Verse 1: | |
I knew from jump that my shit was gonna hit | |
Cause i spoke to dione warick and she put me on some psychic shit | |
She said becareful cause these girls be throwin' block | |
I said d don' t even worry i sweat no girl for they stank box | |
I like drinkin' honey hit me a 516 | |
Girl: | |
What' s a 516? | |
Puba: | |
Long island you dumb bitch | |
When it comes to this my style flows free like willy | |
Watch me grab the cream like them beverly hill billy | |
I know you' re happy with the shit you just bought | |
It' s the greatest return since jordan hit the court | |
Because my style changes frequently | |
See i been shit talkin' mics since the days of delenquency | |
Now i' m still the same low down gold teeth and gortex | |
And on occassion with the ruff sex | |
Stud doogie heats it up like a flannel | |
Cause he' s smooth as wall panel | |
Hits the one and two like a freebee channel | |
I have no time for bullshitters i get bad honies jitters | |
As i walk be all the chickenhead critters | |
I got more funk then en vogue got junk in they trunk | |
My flow hits ya like a filty piece of skunk | |
So alley get the scomma fromt he dodge spot | |
Put it in the l and get high like an astronaut | |
Hook | |
Verse 2: | |
Now see they call me mr. mingo | |
Got a girl but i' m still single | |
Honies scream my name puba like they just won bingo | |
I take ' em out for a dinner or a show but you know how the rest go | |
Hey man no doe | |
You know the type you go out a few nights they sweat your pockets tight | |
Cause they rock they' re rockers right | |
Go away little girl you gets nothing | |
But here take a bufferin to ease your pain and sufferin' | |
Cause i' m so aware of too many things | |
I know what i know if ya know what i mean | |
Come clean because i' m a fiend for a beat and a theme | |
Comin' strong like hakeem and it ain' t a dream | |
Now is it me or is this hittin' like tyson? | |
Like a plate of beans and rice i be a needy winds on ice and | |
Grand puba, stud doogie on the nights i bag the dumb we hit a nut | |
And then we back up in her guts | |
See i get down and dirty like an arceologist | |
I get deep into your mind like a psycologist | |
I hit brothers in the head with the real | |
Bag honies like a charm cause grand puba is the bomb | |
So come on baby there' s no need to play dumber | |
Or i be comin' around your nostrals when i cum | |
So check it out now... | |
Hook |
" check it out ch' all and you don' t stop. keep on and you don' t stop" x4 | |
Verse 1: | |
I knew from jump that my shit was gonna hit | |
Cause i spoke to dione warick and she put me on some psychic shit | |
She said becareful cause these girls be throwin' block | |
I said d don' t even worry i sweat no girl for they stank box | |
I like drinkin' honey hit me a 516 | |
Girl: | |
What' s a 516? | |
Puba: | |
Long island you dumb bitch | |
When it comes to this my style flows free like willy | |
Watch me grab the cream like them beverly hill billy | |
I know you' re happy with the shit you just bought | |
It' s the greatest return since jordan hit the court | |
Because my style changes frequently | |
See i been shit talkin' mics since the days of delenquency | |
Now i' m still the same low down gold teeth and gortex | |
And on occassion with the ruff sex | |
Stud doogie heats it up like a flannel | |
Cause he' s smooth as wall panel | |
Hits the one and two like a freebee channel | |
I have no time for bullshitters i get bad honies jitters | |
As i walk be all the chickenhead critters | |
I got more funk then en vogue got junk in they trunk | |
My flow hits ya like a filty piece of skunk | |
So alley get the scomma fromt he dodge spot | |
Put it in the l and get high like an astronaut | |
Hook | |
Verse 2: | |
Now see they call me mr. mingo | |
Got a girl but i' m still single | |
Honies scream my name puba like they just won bingo | |
I take ' em out for a dinner or a show but you know how the rest go | |
Hey man no doe | |
You know the type you go out a few nights they sweat your pockets tight | |
Cause they rock they' re rockers right | |
Go away little girl you gets nothing | |
But here take a bufferin to ease your pain and sufferin' | |
Cause i' m so aware of too many things | |
I know what i know if ya know what i mean | |
Come clean because i' m a fiend for a beat and a theme | |
Comin' strong like hakeem and it ain' t a dream | |
Now is it me or is this hittin' like tyson? | |
Like a plate of beans and rice i be a needy winds on ice and | |
Grand puba, stud doogie on the nights i bag the dumb we hit a nut | |
And then we back up in her guts | |
See i get down and dirty like an arceologist | |
I get deep into your mind like a psycologist | |
I hit brothers in the head with the real | |
Bag honies like a charm cause grand puba is the bomb | |
So come on baby there' s no need to play dumber | |
Or i be comin' around your nostrals when i cum | |
So check it out now... | |
Hook |