Keep Your Worries Lyrics
| Song | Keep Your Worries |
| Artist | Guru |
| Album | Jazzmatazz, Vol. 3: Streetsoul |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : DJ Scratch, Elam, Spivey ... | |
| Angie Stone: | |
| Ooooooh-ooooooh (uh mm) | |
| (mmm) Ooooooh-ooooooh (uh mm, keep your) | |
| Yeah yeah, my brother Guru | |
| And Angie Stone (ooooooh-oooooh) | |
| And DJ Scratch (yeah mm mmm) | |
| Uhh Guru, and Angie Stone | |
| Keep your feet, out my shoes | |
| A nigga like me done paid my dues | |
| Keep my comb, out your hair | |
| Unless you bout ready to take it there | |
| Keep my name, out your mouth | |
| Until you got somethin worth talkin bout | |
| Keep your hands, to yourself | |
| Cause I belong to someone else | |
| Guru: | |
| It's the, G-U-R-U, once again settin it off | |
| Lettin it off my chest plus, bettin it all | |
| Record sales, awards, accolades I'm, gettin it all | |
| Mad chips, right above my grip I'm, lettin 'em fall | |
| Who said the G-O-D wasn't comin to do his thing | |
| Who said the industry, wasn't gonna bow to this king? | |
| I paid dues stayed true so I, made it through | |
| If you handle your B-I fly guy you can make it too | |
| Your potential is infinite, be wise visualize witness it | |
| Why waste your time focusin your mind on limp shit? | |
| Angie understands me, and Scratch got my back | |
| So keep away from the fire, burnin desire, yo we got that | |
| Angie Stone: | |
| Keep your feet, out my shoes | |
| A nigga like me done paid my dues | |
| Keep my comb, out your hair | |
| Unless you bout ready to take it there | |
| Keep my name, out your mouth | |
| Until you got somethin worth talkin bout | |
| Keep your hands, to yourself | |
| Cause I belong to someone else | |
| Guru: | |
| I've never been a, | |
| Stranger to struggle gotta maintain my hustle | |
| Used to let the anger bubble | |
| These streets can bring mad danger and trouble | |
| And I can do bad all by myself | |
| Do me a favor - don't be concerned about my wealth | |
| If you're one of my peeps, you're gonna know that | |
| But if I ain't feelin you player, huh | |
| My face is gonna show that | |
| So keep your eyes off my pockets | |
| Don't be surprised if I cocked it | |
| Can't outslick a can of oil, you never spoil my profits | |
| See how I'm flippin this here? | |
| Things are different this year | |
| Ain't got no time to listen to niggaz | |
| That be trippin this year | |
| Cause and effect, I always get, applause and respect | |
| When I rhyme, universal laws, truth and righteousness connect | |
| Angie Stone: | |
| You see the knowledge that I'm kickin's for you | |
| And there is nothin that another can do | |
| Try to stop me but I make it through | |
| Recruitin angels as a warrior I'm true | |
| People need people, it's true | |
| True pride will sustain | |
| In order to do what I do I can let you live | |
| With me inside my brain | |
| Keep your feet, out my shoes | |
| A nigga like me done paid my dues | |
| Keep my comb, out your hair | |
| Unless you bout ready to take it there | |
| Keep my name, out your mouth | |
| Until you got somethin worth talkin bout | |
| Keep your hands, to yourself | |
| Cause I belong to someone else | |
| Guru: | |
| I've been tellin you, that there's war out here | |
| And I've been tellin you, that there's more out here | |
| So stop limitin your thoughts | |
| Stop reconstructin your plots | |
| It's more than luck it's an art | |
| No more, duckin from NARC's | |
| Haters stay at a distance, haters keep away from my fam | |
| Haters stay in my business, haters still playin this jam | |
| Mad Wisdoms, reflect the light of this man | |
| Some jealous rappers, tried to pick a fight with this man | |
| But despite all the nonsense, and false pretense I bomb this | |
| Peace to those I get along with, my real nigga I'm strong with | |
| And never get me twisted with no wack shit | |
| And all that foolishness you was kickin, heh | |
| I know you wanna take it back kid | |
| Angie Stone: | |
| Keep your feet, out my shoes | |
| A nigga like me done paid my dues | |
| Keep my comb, out your hair | |
| Unless you bout ready to take it there | |
| Keep my name, out your mouth | |
| Until you got somethin worth talkin bout | |
| Keep your hands, to yourself | |
| Cause I belong to someone else | |
| Keep your feet, out my shoes | |
| A nigga like me done paid my dues | |
| Keep my comb, out your hair | |
| Unless you bout ready to take it there | |
| Keep my name, out your mouth | |
| Until you got somethin worth talkin bout | |
| Keep your hands, to yourself | |
| Cause I belong to someone else | |
| Uhh.. Guru.. check it | |
| DJ.. Scratch and Angie | |
| Uhh.. | |
| Uhhhhh, ooooh yeahhh yeahhh |
| zuo ci : DJ Scratch, Elam, Spivey ... | |
| Angie Stone: | |
| Oooooohooooooh uh mm | |
| mmm Oooooohooooooh uh mm, keep your | |
| Yeah yeah, my brother Guru | |
| And Angie Stone oooooohoooooh | |
| And DJ Scratch yeah mm mmm | |
| Uhh Guru, and Angie Stone | |
| Keep your feet, out my shoes | |
| A nigga like me done paid my dues | |
| Keep my comb, out your hair | |
| Unless you bout ready to take it there | |
| Keep my name, out your mouth | |
| Until you got somethin worth talkin bout | |
| Keep your hands, to yourself | |
| Cause I belong to someone else | |
| Guru: | |
| It' s the, GURU, once again settin it off | |
| Lettin it off my chest plus, bettin it all | |
| Record sales, awards, accolades I' m, gettin it all | |
| Mad chips, right above my grip I' m, lettin ' em fall | |
| Who said the GOD wasn' t comin to do his thing | |
| Who said the industry, wasn' t gonna bow to this king? | |
| I paid dues stayed true so I, made it through | |
| If you handle your BI fly guy you can make it too | |
| Your potential is infinite, be wise visualize witness it | |
| Why waste your time focusin your mind on limp shit? | |
| Angie understands me, and Scratch got my back | |
| So keep away from the fire, burnin desire, yo we got that | |
| Angie Stone: | |
| Keep your feet, out my shoes | |
| A nigga like me done paid my dues | |
| Keep my comb, out your hair | |
| Unless you bout ready to take it there | |
| Keep my name, out your mouth | |
| Until you got somethin worth talkin bout | |
| Keep your hands, to yourself | |
| Cause I belong to someone else | |
| Guru: | |
| I' ve never been a, | |
| Stranger to struggle gotta maintain my hustle | |
| Used to let the anger bubble | |
| These streets can bring mad danger and trouble | |
| And I can do bad all by myself | |
| Do me a favor don' t be concerned about my wealth | |
| If you' re one of my peeps, you' re gonna know that | |
| But if I ain' t feelin you player, huh | |
| My face is gonna show that | |
| So keep your eyes off my pockets | |
| Don' t be surprised if I cocked it | |
| Can' t outslick a can of oil, you never spoil my profits | |
| See how I' m flippin this here? | |
| Things are different this year | |
| Ain' t got no time to listen to niggaz | |
| That be trippin this year | |
| Cause and effect, I always get, applause and respect | |
| When I rhyme, universal laws, truth and righteousness connect | |
| Angie Stone: | |
| You see the knowledge that I' m kickin' s for you | |
| And there is nothin that another can do | |
| Try to stop me but I make it through | |
| Recruitin angels as a warrior I' m true | |
| People need people, it' s true | |
| True pride will sustain | |
| In order to do what I do I can let you live | |
| With me inside my brain | |
| Keep your feet, out my shoes | |
| A nigga like me done paid my dues | |
| Keep my comb, out your hair | |
| Unless you bout ready to take it there | |
| Keep my name, out your mouth | |
| Until you got somethin worth talkin bout | |
| Keep your hands, to yourself | |
| Cause I belong to someone else | |
| Guru: | |
| I' ve been tellin you, that there' s war out here | |
| And I' ve been tellin you, that there' s more out here | |
| So stop limitin your thoughts | |
| Stop reconstructin your plots | |
| It' s more than luck it' s an art | |
| No more, duckin from NARC' s | |
| Haters stay at a distance, haters keep away from my fam | |
| Haters stay in my business, haters still playin this jam | |
| Mad Wisdoms, reflect the light of this man | |
| Some jealous rappers, tried to pick a fight with this man | |
| But despite all the nonsense, and false pretense I bomb this | |
| Peace to those I get along with, my real nigga I' m strong with | |
| And never get me twisted with no wack shit | |
| And all that foolishness you was kickin, heh | |
| I know you wanna take it back kid | |
| Angie Stone: | |
| Keep your feet, out my shoes | |
| A nigga like me done paid my dues | |
| Keep my comb, out your hair | |
| Unless you bout ready to take it there | |
| Keep my name, out your mouth | |
| Until you got somethin worth talkin bout | |
| Keep your hands, to yourself | |
| Cause I belong to someone else | |
| Keep your feet, out my shoes | |
| A nigga like me done paid my dues | |
| Keep my comb, out your hair | |
| Unless you bout ready to take it there | |
| Keep my name, out your mouth | |
| Until you got somethin worth talkin bout | |
| Keep your hands, to yourself | |
| Cause I belong to someone else | |
| Uhh.. Guru.. check it | |
| DJ.. Scratch and Angie | |
| Uhh.. | |
| Uhhhhh, ooooh yeahhh yeahhh |
| zuò cí : DJ Scratch, Elam, Spivey ... | |
| Angie Stone: | |
| Oooooohooooooh uh mm | |
| mmm Oooooohooooooh uh mm, keep your | |
| Yeah yeah, my brother Guru | |
| And Angie Stone oooooohoooooh | |
| And DJ Scratch yeah mm mmm | |
| Uhh Guru, and Angie Stone | |
| Keep your feet, out my shoes | |
| A nigga like me done paid my dues | |
| Keep my comb, out your hair | |
| Unless you bout ready to take it there | |
| Keep my name, out your mouth | |
| Until you got somethin worth talkin bout | |
| Keep your hands, to yourself | |
| Cause I belong to someone else | |
| Guru: | |
| It' s the, GURU, once again settin it off | |
| Lettin it off my chest plus, bettin it all | |
| Record sales, awards, accolades I' m, gettin it all | |
| Mad chips, right above my grip I' m, lettin ' em fall | |
| Who said the GOD wasn' t comin to do his thing | |
| Who said the industry, wasn' t gonna bow to this king? | |
| I paid dues stayed true so I, made it through | |
| If you handle your BI fly guy you can make it too | |
| Your potential is infinite, be wise visualize witness it | |
| Why waste your time focusin your mind on limp shit? | |
| Angie understands me, and Scratch got my back | |
| So keep away from the fire, burnin desire, yo we got that | |
| Angie Stone: | |
| Keep your feet, out my shoes | |
| A nigga like me done paid my dues | |
| Keep my comb, out your hair | |
| Unless you bout ready to take it there | |
| Keep my name, out your mouth | |
| Until you got somethin worth talkin bout | |
| Keep your hands, to yourself | |
| Cause I belong to someone else | |
| Guru: | |
| I' ve never been a, | |
| Stranger to struggle gotta maintain my hustle | |
| Used to let the anger bubble | |
| These streets can bring mad danger and trouble | |
| And I can do bad all by myself | |
| Do me a favor don' t be concerned about my wealth | |
| If you' re one of my peeps, you' re gonna know that | |
| But if I ain' t feelin you player, huh | |
| My face is gonna show that | |
| So keep your eyes off my pockets | |
| Don' t be surprised if I cocked it | |
| Can' t outslick a can of oil, you never spoil my profits | |
| See how I' m flippin this here? | |
| Things are different this year | |
| Ain' t got no time to listen to niggaz | |
| That be trippin this year | |
| Cause and effect, I always get, applause and respect | |
| When I rhyme, universal laws, truth and righteousness connect | |
| Angie Stone: | |
| You see the knowledge that I' m kickin' s for you | |
| And there is nothin that another can do | |
| Try to stop me but I make it through | |
| Recruitin angels as a warrior I' m true | |
| People need people, it' s true | |
| True pride will sustain | |
| In order to do what I do I can let you live | |
| With me inside my brain | |
| Keep your feet, out my shoes | |
| A nigga like me done paid my dues | |
| Keep my comb, out your hair | |
| Unless you bout ready to take it there | |
| Keep my name, out your mouth | |
| Until you got somethin worth talkin bout | |
| Keep your hands, to yourself | |
| Cause I belong to someone else | |
| Guru: | |
| I' ve been tellin you, that there' s war out here | |
| And I' ve been tellin you, that there' s more out here | |
| So stop limitin your thoughts | |
| Stop reconstructin your plots | |
| It' s more than luck it' s an art | |
| No more, duckin from NARC' s | |
| Haters stay at a distance, haters keep away from my fam | |
| Haters stay in my business, haters still playin this jam | |
| Mad Wisdoms, reflect the light of this man | |
| Some jealous rappers, tried to pick a fight with this man | |
| But despite all the nonsense, and false pretense I bomb this | |
| Peace to those I get along with, my real nigga I' m strong with | |
| And never get me twisted with no wack shit | |
| And all that foolishness you was kickin, heh | |
| I know you wanna take it back kid | |
| Angie Stone: | |
| Keep your feet, out my shoes | |
| A nigga like me done paid my dues | |
| Keep my comb, out your hair | |
| Unless you bout ready to take it there | |
| Keep my name, out your mouth | |
| Until you got somethin worth talkin bout | |
| Keep your hands, to yourself | |
| Cause I belong to someone else | |
| Keep your feet, out my shoes | |
| A nigga like me done paid my dues | |
| Keep my comb, out your hair | |
| Unless you bout ready to take it there | |
| Keep my name, out your mouth | |
| Until you got somethin worth talkin bout | |
| Keep your hands, to yourself | |
| Cause I belong to someone else | |
| Uhh.. Guru.. check it | |
| DJ.. Scratch and Angie | |
| Uhh.. | |
| Uhhhhh, ooooh yeahhh yeahhh |
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