Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Keep It Going, artist - Doug E. Fresh. Date of issue: 25.09.1995
Song language: English
Keep It Going |
| «Ah yes yes y’all, ah keep on hah |
| Ah keep on, to the break of dawn» |
| One, two, three, UH! |
| I keep it going, I keep it going, I keep it going, yeh, yeh |
| I keep it going, I keep it going, I keep it going, yeh, yeh |
| Check this out, yo |
| When I’m on stage and we start rockin |
| People feel the vibes and it’s on when |
| The hip-hop, come through your speakers |
| «Who's in the house tonight?» |
| I need you to let me know where the party’s at |
| And I’ll make the whole place look like dat |
| And I’m gonna get things hype |
| And I know we can bounce all night |
| So just pump your fists in the air |
| And repeat, these words you hear, c’mon |
| Uhh, uhh, yo! |
| The true funk rhythm, I knew that would get 'em |
| Out on the floor once it’s felt through the system |
| And this type of bounce is hype but smooth |
| Shim Sham heard it and said it’s the move |
| And it’s a hip-hop song thing, keepin it strong thing |
| Uhh, I don’t see nuttin wrong |
| When the place is packed, and the vibes ain’t wack |
| And you don’t know jack, and baby got back |
| Mo' is flowin, money’s showin |
| Represent yourself, huh. |
| Yo, yo, now, C’MON |
| This is for my peeps that always check us |
| Coolin in your jeeps or maybe your Lexus |
| Drivin Up-town, or maybe through Brooklyn |
| But some people say Crooklyn |
| Money’s makin, bodies shakin |
| Party’s packed and there’s no mistakin |
| Who’s in the house — UPTOWN! |
| (Say what?) |
| Who’s in the house? |
| BOOGIE DOWN |
| And I’m gonna keep things hype |
| And I know we can bounce all night |
| So just pump your fists in the air |
| And repeat, these words you hear, UHH! |
| «Ah yes yes y’all, ah keep on hah |
| Ah keep on, to the break of dawn» (repeat 2X) |
| Yo, recognize the real, and do what you feel |
| Keep it live in nine-five, and let’s chill |
| And brothers know my steelo |
| Command and demand respect wherever I go |
| Up-town, down-town |
| All around I represent the sound |
| That’s New York bound but don’t get it twisted |
| No need to bleach so butter your biscuits |
| Here’s the logistics, of characteristics |
| Of brothers, make them another statistic |
| And that’s not the type of hype I’m into |
| So put up your hands and let’s continue to |
| On records |
| You got a fast car |
| I got a ticket, to anywhere |
| Maybe we can make a deal (say what?) |
| Maybe together we can get somewhere |
| Cause anyplace is better |
| Startin from zero got nothin to lose |
| Maybe we’ll make somethin (uhh, c’mon) |
| Me myself got nothin to prove |
| (watch out) Mmm, mm, mm, mm, mm! |
| C’mon! |
| One, two, three! |