Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Keep On , by - Outsidaz. Release date: 18.06.2001
Song language: English
Keep On |
| What you want wit the underground kings from the Bricks |
| I’ve been at it since Clyde Frazier played for the Knicks |
| Packin' 3−5-7's wit the raw hide grips |
| Rollin' 4−5-6 on ya cross eyed tricks |
| War type shit, so get off my dick |
| I’m wet like Pirelli’s on the vet |
| Here I go, pull up in the stretch |
| Ballin' like the Nets, like ten pass ya marks on my net |
| Woman love me, wantin' lust for me like people do money |
| They hungry, I might start livin' too lully |
| Got a A+ average and I’m bound to make honor roll |
| Jumpin' in and out of hoes' lives like geronimo |
| Put it on wax, make it sound kinda comical |
| Bitches listen to it while they work they abdominals |
| G’s listen to it while they out playin' dominoes |
| Outsidaz try’nna match the face on the article |
| To my people from the Bricks keep on |
| Everybody up in Jerz, keep on |
| And it won’t be long til the Outz invade |
| So we came to sing this sing |
| We like (woop!), love our shit or leave it alone (4X) |
| You know my block get cash |
| Twenty in street wit pop plus hash |
| Mess around, see a cop get blast |
| Even the girls get stop by tax |
| Outsidaz, what, what, what, like today |
| We doin' it to girls look like Tyra Banks |
| Drop the CD, girls hawkin' a nigga |
| They still wanna creep, they know I’m talkin' to Digga |
| You think you raw, I’mma test your jaw |
| You don’t have a clue like Ernesto Shaw |
| See me on ya block, better give me those props |
| Before I start another beef worse then Biggie and Pac |
| We got macks and 4−4's to bust |
| And we don’t buy clothes for girls, they buy clothes for us |
| Peace, to my homies doin' time in jail |
| And to ya niggas that be hatin', ya’ll can rot in hell |
| To my people from New York, keep on |
| Everybody in L.A., keep on |
| And it won’t be long til the Outz invade |
| So we came to sing this sing |
| We like (woop!), love our shit or leave it alone (4X) |
| (Pacewon) |
| You know the Outz spit game |
| Without rappin' bout my chain and my range |
| While everybody else talk, sound the same |
| (Yo me and Zee) and run trains |
| (Yo hot like gun flames, we copped enough grade |
| Take the story make the front page |
| All about a man wit a bulletproof coatin' chrome shotty |
| Ain’t takin' shit from nobody) |
| And punk ya’ll can make me use the steel and blast ya Coupe D’eville |
| Hit the right side up, make ya loose a wheel |
| Outsidaz drunk, can’t walk a straight line |
| Me and Pace blind off the 1−8-9 |
| (Tell the cops that the gun ain’t mine, some may find and go |
| All day shine, I’m no joke |
| Pacewon, the type of man, that you don’t play close |
| Better throw up ya hands when my folks say so) |
| To my people in V.A., keep on |
| Everybody up in Philly, keep |
| And it won’t be long til the Outz invade |
| So we came to sing this sing |
| We like (woop!), love our shit or leave it alone (4X) |
| Jacksonville, keep on |
| Little Rock, keep on |
| Vancouver, keep on |
| Seattle, keep on |