Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Keeps Spinnin, artist - BabyDate of issue: 25.11.2002
Song language: English
Keeps Spinnin |
| Mannie: Girl there he go again and when he stop they spin |
| Jazze: Ain’t that them stop and goes? |
| Mannie: Yeah that’s them spinnin' rims |
| Jazze: And what them thangs they cost? |
| Mannie: I think they 'bout a house |
| Jazze: Now all you other wheels are played out (They keep spinnin') |
| Now girl believe me I’m coming as fast as I can |
| Rims spinnin' like «rooaaaww» like I’m a North Carolina man |
| Well I can do the do’s on deuce 22's |
| So make a mother fucker bowl move |
| I’m sitting there holding wait a minute |
| We in Atlanta, pimpin', ballin' |
| Every seven days is ballin' Chevys |
| Seven-four is Escalades on spinnin' blades — they sho is great |
| Hey Mannie tell these niggas how to hold these shoes |
| When the car been parked and the rims keep movin' (They keep spinnin') |
| Now in Chi-Town |
| Rims picking up every block I drive down |
| And on my lap that Desert weighing 'bout five pounds |
| Now don’t be playing cause I’m spraying 'bout five rounds (Gun shots) |
| Get down (They keep spinnin') |
| You see that Lexus coupe? |
| That Benz without the roof? |
| That Cadillac on 25's with skinny tires that’s baby blue |
| They on them stop and goes |
| Them girls like «Watch him go» |
| Spinnin' chrome with this Killer Stone |
| Out the Magnolia with a Diablo (They keep spinnin') |
| When I get my money baby |
| Gotta get that big Mercedes |
| Believe me, when you see me |
| Its gone be filled up with ladies |
| This here is serious stuntin' |
| And when them brakes is pumping |
| I done caused wreck, gotta catch my breath cause |
| (They keep spinnin') |
| You want this money baby |
| Them there is buttons baby |
| I put that mink on your body you the Bird Lady |
| Bur Berry furs crazy |
| I spent about 80 |
| Birdman and them thangs (They keep spinnin') |
| Mine keep spinnin', dippin' |
| Dabbin', slidin', California ridin' |
| I rock for LA I rock for Compton and Watts |
| And my rims keep spinnin' every time I stop |
| You see my red Lex |
| I mean my read Vette |
| In my red Benz — flew up in my liter jet |
| I mean my red Beamer — its with that new (?) |
| Steering wheel in the middle (They keep spinnin') |
| In that H-Town heads turning |
| Every corner that I come around |
| Hoping niggas grin, cause they love the sound |
| Of them big boys swishing |
| Them diamonds I stop and go |
| Sometimes I stop and listen |
| Its big pimpin' baby |
| It ain’t no sippin' baby |
| I’m in that new thang sitting on them Sprewell Racings |
| So when I stop they flow |
| So nigga watch your ho |
| I’m at the red light but (They keep spinnin') |
| Its Gilly nigga |
| This Philly nigga |
| I push way back with the milli trigga |
| My rock are froze — I stop and pose |
| Your bitch all over my stop and goes |
| They keep on spinnin' and them hoes keep on grinnin' |
| But when my car stop my rims (They keep spinnin') |
| All right everybody look at your watch right now |
| And pay attention to the seconds |
| I’m 'bout to pull up to the red light I’m 'bout to stop |
| And we gone see how long they gone spin (They keep spinnin') |