Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Keep It One Hunit, artist - Tech N9ne.
Date of issue: 26.07.2010
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Keep It One Hunit |
If you at the rink put ya skates on |
Roll with the nina celebrate and that the day gone |
Just because the DJ aint diggin and pumpin they song |
Mediocre rappers pick tecca nina to hate on |
And they do it all night and day long but when they see me that frowned up |
hatin face gone |
Ain’t no rah uh reason ya fronted ya should’ve just kept it one hunit learn how |
to make ya face stay stone |
Why you comin at me like that, is it cause I came up you mad, |
cause ya see me with all this cash (Keep it one hunit) |
Homie it aint no changin me, |
yeah I’m still the same OG and on my momma I’m always be |
(Keep it one hunit) |
One hunit that’s the reason big dog was called representer of the five block |
villian nigga dog well respected in the crime don way back to pauls that’s my |
liquor store my hood where I swang my balls for you young niggas that aint know |
that really don’t know the name check my history eventually you’ll get told the |
same nigga big dogs a damn fool a fixture in the game and I play it by my own |
rules damned if Imma change I was raised in this gang bang lived through this |
gang bang homies that done died so I got pride in this gang bang fuck nigga |
bring it, if it’s beef then Imma eat it Imma beast and I’m conseded I have yet |
to be defeated naw I’m indefeated that’s a hard days work boy don’t make me |
pull your skirt and show your pussy on the turf Nigga! |
I’m vill walkin' shit |
talkin' on this fucking track, the show me’s finest show your highness how you |
love that. |
Im a playa, ma’fuck haters, and this a thin line (shit) but thas what separates |
us. |
If they smart, they are the segregaters, team of Kansas city chiefs, |
wit a ma’fuckin Raider. |
Thats a problem in the makin', a problem in the matrix, people thats unplugged |
(man) would probably be the safest. |
So understand I hope this hood shit sacred, |
hand on the bible I shoot it out to satin, if he ever did say shit, |
I really would be finer, ya you heard me nigga, anytime cuz, still serving |
nickels, step ya grind up, I knew the game was dirty b’fore I signed up, |
ya this rap shit is circus full of clowns and, otha weirdos acting silly for |
the croud, then they think we all the same till my pistols get to plowin, |
so a hunit aint enough, gotta keep it one thousand. |
It sounds like they wanna claim KC king |
They can’t advance in this game cause they weakling |
When in the trap making penis that can’t see things |
Like me at marina grog and galey mane feasting |
Party of 70 at the (fogo da’chao) |
You niggas small time, me and travis mobilin' now |
Holding us down almost everybody know what it sounds of |
Tecca nina despite the hate you be throwing around |
From now on they will not talk nay talk |
And they family won’t have to walk cross grave moss |
I’m the king it because I mob boss pay cost |
I pro ball on em they rock chalk Jayhawk |
So bow down cause the king gets hyphy |
If you slight me ain’t no stopping the nina the almighty |
Don’t you see the snake and bat shining brightly |
Keep it one hunit if your rappers don’t really like me, fight me! |