Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Keep On, artist - Grand Puba. Album song 2000, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 19.06.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
Keep On |
| 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 TV 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 from the dodge spot |
| Put it in the L and get high like an astronaut |
| Hook |
| Now see they call me Mr. Mingle |
| 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 joke |
| 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 the honies with the charm 'cause Grand Puba is the bomb |
| So come on baby there’s no need to play dumber |
| I’ll be comin' around your nostrals when I cum |
| So check it out now… |
| Hook |