歌曲 | Keepin' It Live |
歌手 | Da Brat |
专辑 | Anuthatantrum |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Da Brat, Dupri | |
Uh oh o, uh uh o, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah | |
Uh oh o, uh uh o, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah | |
Verse One: | |
Bringing more noise than pg-we true and flew in life | |
Leave us-JD and rock a party all night tight nigga | |
One,two,three,four,five,six,seven | |
I can rap like hell but make it sound like heaven well | |
Seven,six,five,four,three,two,one | |
JD-what the deal is? Lemme get some | |
How many occasions,you and your liasons | |
Can't fuck with this phenomenon,division,separated from the norm | |
Pop a lot of Shawn Don and celebrate the good times | |
So get your groove on, pulling on the in-and let's all get high | |
In the back of my-Black on Black,you come through in ninety | |
Bumpin' you remind me with the cops right behind me | |
I got head rest, Genesis played by the Brat-Hey | |
Bulletproof windows, for negroes, that wanna act | |
Don't wanna face the fact, That that's the way we live | |
Lookin' everyday Jig, Buyin' everything big-You dig? Nigga | |
You don't wanna' go the distance-Surrender-Consistence | |
Allows me the key clock contender | |
And enter a new millenium,Cracking mutherfuckers craniums | |
Droppin Bombs-Saddam Hussein and nigga's straining | |
Hit a little,I'm feeling tickles from the nickels I smoked | |
The sweat trickle,as I slid a little liquor down my throat | |
It ain't no hope for these nigga's who broke and acting big willy | |
They dream to see a milly and talk shit before it happen really | |
Spark up another philly and eyewitness | |
The Brat fulfilling champagne and caviar wishes | |
The lifestyle of the bitch is famous,Make the payment to chante | |
Embarass nigga's live a hobby-All day harris | |
Fly me to the moon,soon and very soon stay tuned | |
Prepare to meet you doom 'cause it ain't no room for you | |
Chorus | |
No matter what they keep on saying and what they thinking | |
We be keepin' in live,Keepin' it live-Its' like straight to the scene | |
It's like that it's Da Brat just | |
Keepin' it live,Keepin' it we make you say | |
ah-ah-ah-ah-ah,ah-ahh,ah-ah-ahh | |
ah-ah-ah-ah-ah,ah-ahh,ah-ah-ahh | |
Verse Two: | |
And if you're feeling for masquerade,I can rock a party today | |
Breaking parlay as we stack cakes of cheddar | |
Butter like parkay,wanted in four plates-sex | |
So-so definitely the best,Better watch your step | |
It's pooky,Trap with hits I make 'em clap to this | |
You knew we was coming back to kick some asses kid | |
It's nigga's like me that have more fun | |
Pop mo' bottles than the next one | |
Supermodel sex and make a portion | |
Now catch me if you can like the gingerbread man | |
Fifty grand in my hand sit-tin' on top of the world | |
Half drunk,high as fuck,shitting hard,legs swinging | |
Bringing the ruckus to all motherfuckers-woooo | |
Hey yo,Brat you Da funk bandit | |
Act like you know,the baddest sweet habit having mommy to hit the door | |
Flash it a little,living riddles can't buy the vittles | |
Get cash,Life don't only come once-to let it pass | |
To all my nigga's rockin' big jewels,brand new shoes and new kicks | |
Nigga's from the old school that started all this shit | |
Big time weightholders,Dope clocking for years | |
Nigga's you watched as a shorty thinking that's the way to live | |
Giving all I got to give,us bitches is pushing sixes | |
With ten thousand dollar bracelets around they wrist | |
Legistics,is strictly riches,the other fishes in the sea | |
Can't be malicious as me,fucking with G's | |
Chorus | |
No matter what they keep on saying and what they thinking | |
We be keepin' in live,Keepin' it live-Its' like straight to the scene | |
It's like that it's Da Brat just | |
Keepin' it live,Keepin' it we make you say | |
ah-ah-ah-ah-ah,ah-ahh,ah-ah-ahh | |
ah-ah-ah-ah-ah,ah-ahh,ah-ah-ahh |
zuo ci : Da Brat, Dupri | |
Uh oh o, uh uh o, ahahahahah | |
Uh oh o, uh uh o, ahahahahah | |
Verse One: | |
Bringing more noise than pgwe true and flew in life | |
Leave usJD and rock a party all night tight nigga | |
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven | |
I can rap like hell but make it sound like heaven well | |
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one | |
JDwhat the deal is? Lemme get some | |
How many occasions, you and your liasons | |
Can' t fuck with this phenomenon, division, separated from the norm | |
Pop a lot of Shawn Don and celebrate the good times | |
So get your groove on, pulling on the inand let' s all get high | |
In the back of myBlack on Black, you come through in ninety | |
Bumpin' you remind me with the cops right behind me | |
I got head rest, Genesis played by the BratHey | |
Bulletproof windows, for negroes, that wanna act | |
Don' t wanna face the fact, That that' s the way we live | |
Lookin' everyday Jig, Buyin' everything bigYou dig? Nigga | |
You don' t wanna' go the distanceSurrenderConsistence | |
Allows me the key clock contender | |
And enter a new millenium, Cracking mutherfuckers craniums | |
Droppin BombsSaddam Hussein and nigga' s straining | |
Hit a little, I' m feeling tickles from the nickels I smoked | |
The sweat trickle, as I slid a little liquor down my throat | |
It ain' t no hope for these nigga' s who broke and acting big willy | |
They dream to see a milly and talk shit before it happen really | |
Spark up another philly and eyewitness | |
The Brat fulfilling champagne and caviar wishes | |
The lifestyle of the bitch is famous, Make the payment to chante | |
Embarass nigga' s live a hobbyAll day harris | |
Fly me to the moon, soon and very soon stay tuned | |
Prepare to meet you doom ' cause it ain' t no room for you | |
Chorus | |
No matter what they keep on saying and what they thinking | |
We be keepin' in live, Keepin' it liveIts' like straight to the scene | |
It' s like that it' s Da Brat just | |
Keepin' it live, Keepin' it we make you say | |
ahahahahah, ahahh, ahahahh | |
ahahahahah, ahahh, ahahahh | |
Verse Two: | |
And if you' re feeling for masquerade, I can rock a party today | |
Breaking parlay as we stack cakes of cheddar | |
Butter like parkay, wanted in four platessex | |
Soso definitely the best, Better watch your step | |
It' s pooky, Trap with hits I make ' em clap to this | |
You knew we was coming back to kick some asses kid | |
It' s nigga' s like me that have more fun | |
Pop mo' bottles than the next one | |
Supermodel sex and make a portion | |
Now catch me if you can like the gingerbread man | |
Fifty grand in my hand sittin' on top of the world | |
Half drunk, high as fuck, shitting hard, legs swinging | |
Bringing the ruckus to all motherfuckerswoooo | |
Hey yo, Brat you Da funk bandit | |
Act like you know, the baddest sweet habit having mommy to hit the door | |
Flash it a little, living riddles can' t buy the vittles | |
Get cash, Life don' t only come onceto let it pass | |
To all my nigga' s rockin' big jewels, brand new shoes and new kicks | |
Nigga' s from the old school that started all this shit | |
Big time weightholders, Dope clocking for years | |
Nigga' s you watched as a shorty thinking that' s the way to live | |
Giving all I got to give, us bitches is pushing sixes | |
With ten thousand dollar bracelets around they wrist | |
Legistics, is strictly riches, the other fishes in the sea | |
Can' t be malicious as me, fucking with G' s | |
Chorus | |
No matter what they keep on saying and what they thinking | |
We be keepin' in live, Keepin' it liveIts' like straight to the scene | |
It' s like that it' s Da Brat just | |
Keepin' it live, Keepin' it we make you say | |
ahahahahah, ahahh, ahahahh | |
ahahahahah, ahahh, ahahahh |
zuò cí : Da Brat, Dupri | |
Uh oh o, uh uh o, ahahahahah | |
Uh oh o, uh uh o, ahahahahah | |
Verse One: | |
Bringing more noise than pgwe true and flew in life | |
Leave usJD and rock a party all night tight nigga | |
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven | |
I can rap like hell but make it sound like heaven well | |
Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one | |
JDwhat the deal is? Lemme get some | |
How many occasions, you and your liasons | |
Can' t fuck with this phenomenon, division, separated from the norm | |
Pop a lot of Shawn Don and celebrate the good times | |
So get your groove on, pulling on the inand let' s all get high | |
In the back of myBlack on Black, you come through in ninety | |
Bumpin' you remind me with the cops right behind me | |
I got head rest, Genesis played by the BratHey | |
Bulletproof windows, for negroes, that wanna act | |
Don' t wanna face the fact, That that' s the way we live | |
Lookin' everyday Jig, Buyin' everything bigYou dig? Nigga | |
You don' t wanna' go the distanceSurrenderConsistence | |
Allows me the key clock contender | |
And enter a new millenium, Cracking mutherfuckers craniums | |
Droppin BombsSaddam Hussein and nigga' s straining | |
Hit a little, I' m feeling tickles from the nickels I smoked | |
The sweat trickle, as I slid a little liquor down my throat | |
It ain' t no hope for these nigga' s who broke and acting big willy | |
They dream to see a milly and talk shit before it happen really | |
Spark up another philly and eyewitness | |
The Brat fulfilling champagne and caviar wishes | |
The lifestyle of the bitch is famous, Make the payment to chante | |
Embarass nigga' s live a hobbyAll day harris | |
Fly me to the moon, soon and very soon stay tuned | |
Prepare to meet you doom ' cause it ain' t no room for you | |
Chorus | |
No matter what they keep on saying and what they thinking | |
We be keepin' in live, Keepin' it liveIts' like straight to the scene | |
It' s like that it' s Da Brat just | |
Keepin' it live, Keepin' it we make you say | |
ahahahahah, ahahh, ahahahh | |
ahahahahah, ahahh, ahahahh | |
Verse Two: | |
And if you' re feeling for masquerade, I can rock a party today | |
Breaking parlay as we stack cakes of cheddar | |
Butter like parkay, wanted in four platessex | |
Soso definitely the best, Better watch your step | |
It' s pooky, Trap with hits I make ' em clap to this | |
You knew we was coming back to kick some asses kid | |
It' s nigga' s like me that have more fun | |
Pop mo' bottles than the next one | |
Supermodel sex and make a portion | |
Now catch me if you can like the gingerbread man | |
Fifty grand in my hand sittin' on top of the world | |
Half drunk, high as fuck, shitting hard, legs swinging | |
Bringing the ruckus to all motherfuckerswoooo | |
Hey yo, Brat you Da funk bandit | |
Act like you know, the baddest sweet habit having mommy to hit the door | |
Flash it a little, living riddles can' t buy the vittles | |
Get cash, Life don' t only come onceto let it pass | |
To all my nigga' s rockin' big jewels, brand new shoes and new kicks | |
Nigga' s from the old school that started all this shit | |
Big time weightholders, Dope clocking for years | |
Nigga' s you watched as a shorty thinking that' s the way to live | |
Giving all I got to give, us bitches is pushing sixes | |
With ten thousand dollar bracelets around they wrist | |
Legistics, is strictly riches, the other fishes in the sea | |
Can' t be malicious as me, fucking with G' s | |
Chorus | |
No matter what they keep on saying and what they thinking | |
We be keepin' in live, Keepin' it liveIts' like straight to the scene | |
It' s like that it' s Da Brat just | |
Keepin' it live, Keepin' it we make you say | |
ahahahahah, ahahh, ahahahh | |
ahahahahah, ahahh, ahahahh |