Keep On Lyrics
| Song | Keep On |
| Artist | Grand Puba |
| Album | 2000 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| "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 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 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 | |
| Hook | |
| 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... | |
| Hook |
| " 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 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 516 | |
| Girl: | |
| What' s a 516? | |
| 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 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 | |
| Hook | |
| 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... | |
| Hook |
| " 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 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 516 | |
| Girl: | |
| What' s a 516? | |
| 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 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 | |
| Hook | |
| 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... | |
| Hook |
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