Keep On lyrics

Artist  : Grand Puba 
Song : Keep On



 Send "Keep On" Ringtone to your Cell 

 'Check it out ch'all and you don't stop. Keep on
and you don't stop' (x4)

Verse 1:
I knew from jump that my sh*t 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 bit*h
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 sh*t you just bought
It's the greatest return since Jordan hit the
court
Because my style changes frequently
See I been sh*t 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 freebee 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 fromt he dodge spot
Put it in the L and get high like an astronaut
 

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Verse 2:
Now see they call me Mr. Mingo
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 doe
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 honies like a charm cause Grand Puba is the
bomb
So come on baby there's no need to play dumber
Or I be comin' around your nostrals when I cum
So check it out now...

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