Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Keep It Real, artist - Jamal. Date of issue: 30.04.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Arista, Def Squad
Song language: English
Keep It Real |
| 1995; |
| crack the bubbly |
| Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop |
| Yo, word is bond |
| Yo, look who just jumped up on the scene |
| Pocket full of green, butter leather and all |
| I be’s that nigga named Jamal |
| Mackin' hoes in the tight clothes with pretty toes |
| Kickin' flows for all the rowdy bros and it goes, look |
| 1, 2, to the breaker 1−9-9−5 |
| Jamal representin', keep it live |
| It don’t matter how I come on these funk raw tracks with raps |
| We 'bout to still make snaps |
| We got bitches for days, rich as it pays |
| Damn shits changed since back in the days (get money) |
| In my mouth is where the blunt stays blazed |
| And I get dazed to kick a phrase to amaze |
| I’m gettin' busier, leavin' hoes dizzier |
| Than they even been with the grown men |
| Is he a straight looney type of nigga |
| That’ll drop the temperature? |
| Bitch, I ain’t really into ya |
| To all the tramp goldiggers |
| (Keep it real y’all, gotta keep it real y’all) (x2) |
| To all the misrepresenters |
| (Keep it real y’all, gotta keep it real y’all) (x2) |
| To all the bitch-ass niggas |
| (Keep it real y’all, gotta keep it real y’all) (x2) |
| To all the tramp goldiggers |
| (Keep it real y’all, gotta keep it real y’all) (x2) |
| I drop the lines and blow your mind y’all |
| When I be comin' on that ill tip |
| My whole crew pack nines, don’t make me have to kill shit |
| Uh, I bring the flavor to you ear |
| Smash and trash MCs from the front to the rear |
| In '95 until, I still kick the ill lyrical miracles |
| Leavin' rappers hysterical |
| I keep it raw and when I got the gat I hit 'em all |
| And on the M-I-C I rip 'em all |
| Yeah, word up, this is dedicated to my peeps |
| On 6−0 and 6−1 on the Illedelphiatic streets |
| Take it to the recently deceased |
| H-Town, Tall D, rest in peace |
| Word is bond, as the beat heat up |
| Psychotic thoughts starts to lead up |
| I got the sauce to make the Billboard bullet speed up |
| Yo, word up, right on, Jamal gots the vibe y’all |
| And that’s the deal on the real, I gets ill y’all |
| It’s Philly’s finest behind this doin' damage |
| No matter how scandalous they can’t handle this |
| Handle what? |
| Underground sound |
| I stick my dick in the ground then I turn the whole world around! |
| And blow the sun up, word is bond, we blow the sun up |
| Niggas they run up, tryin' to stop the come up and get done up |
| Put your guns up, I blaze your buns up when I rock your spot |
| Niggas they all stiff when the red dots to they knot |
| To all the tramp goldiggers |
| (Keep it real y’all, gotta keep it real y’all) (x2) |
| To all the misrepresenters |
| (Keep it real y’all, gotta keep it real y’all) (x2) |
| To all the bitch-ass niggas |
| (Keep it real y’all, gotta keep it real y’all) (x2) |
| To all the tramp goldiggers |
| (Keep it real y’all, gotta keep it real y’all) (x2) |