Keep On Keepin' On Songtext
B-Boy, where the fuck you at?
I been looking for your ass since a quarter past
Hot peas and butter, baby, come and get your supper
Before I make you suffer That's when you had enough-a
Can I get hot when you hit the jackpot?
Surely I can, if you the man
I get loose and produce large amounts of juice
Can you get used to that or do you need a boost
of energy to enter me and get it on
You're gettin' warm
I been looking for your ass since a quarter past
Hot peas and butter, baby, come and get your supper
Before I make you suffer That's when you had enough-a
Can I get hot when you hit the jackpot?
Surely I can, if you the man
I get loose and produce large amounts of juice
Can you get used to that or do you need a boost
of energy to enter me and get it on
You're gettin' warm
I can feel you getting closer
Now baby, down this Mimosa
You better believe it's time to give a toast to
The woman of the decade, too bad to be played
Get vex and I'm bound to throw shade
All over your body
Who's body?
Your body.
I can rock a party like nobody
Leavin' time to take home the loot
Choosy about who I let knock my boots
Now let me take sight to ya lovin' the Lyte
Life ain't all that unless you're doing it right
CHORUS:
Keep On' Keepin On, Cause you came and you changed my world.
Your love so brand new. Keep on keep keepin' on.
Doin it right, right, right...
Beware of the stare when I step in the piece. I come in peace but I got shit that need to be released.
Now who from the chosen shall I choose?
Yeah, now you wish you was in his shoes.
I found me a new nigga this year.
That know's how to handle this here.
Now I look forward to goin' home at night.
Brother does me right.
Under the candlelight.
Wax upon my back, can I handle all of that?
Yes I can, and
Why not? If I wanna yes I can, can.
More honey than a bumble-bee hive.
Pulling 69 ways out of my archive.
Sweet like licorice.
Sugar for my booga.
Juicy like Hi-C. Or an Icee.
I got shit to make your ass write a bad check.
Cause like I said I ain't afraid of the sweat.
Beat on my drum if you feel the need to.
As I procede to open up and feed you.
I got a longing to put you where you wanna be.
Vein aqui and I'll get rid of all company.
CHORUS
Many have tried strict regulations.
Lazy motherfuckers get put on probation.
Those that didn't perform well.
They gets no answer when they ring-a-ring-a my bell.
You're playing with my time.
Trying to jerk me hurt me then desert me.
You better work me.
While you got the oppurtunity.
To be in the midst of the L-Y-T-E.
Only the strong survive.
Only the wise excel.
Once said by my born-in-hell.
Only the lonely die slowly.
Left all alone try to control me.
Easy does it never ask how was it.
Never speak my info why my sheets in the streets.
Cause that ain't cool. And that ain't cute.
To talk about who knocked the boot on a video shoot.
But it's all good, though you gotta get it when you want it.
Site your prey, make your move and hop up on it.
It's natural. Never be ashamed.
Fuck the fame. Get the name, and kick the game.
Now baby, down this Mimosa
You better believe it's time to give a toast to
The woman of the decade, too bad to be played
Get vex and I'm bound to throw shade
All over your body
Who's body?
Your body.
I can rock a party like nobody
Leavin' time to take home the loot
Choosy about who I let knock my boots
Now let me take sight to ya lovin' the Lyte
Life ain't all that unless you're doing it right
CHORUS:
Keep On' Keepin On, Cause you came and you changed my world.
Your love so brand new. Keep on keep keepin' on.
Doin it right, right, right...
Beware of the stare when I step in the piece. I come in peace but I got shit that need to be released.
Now who from the chosen shall I choose?
Yeah, now you wish you was in his shoes.
I found me a new nigga this year.
That know's how to handle this here.
Now I look forward to goin' home at night.
Brother does me right.
Under the candlelight.
Wax upon my back, can I handle all of that?
Yes I can, and
Why not? If I wanna yes I can, can.
More honey than a bumble-bee hive.
Pulling 69 ways out of my archive.
Sweet like licorice.
Sugar for my booga.
Juicy like Hi-C. Or an Icee.
I got shit to make your ass write a bad check.
Cause like I said I ain't afraid of the sweat.
Beat on my drum if you feel the need to.
As I procede to open up and feed you.
I got a longing to put you where you wanna be.
Vein aqui and I'll get rid of all company.
CHORUS
Many have tried strict regulations.
Lazy motherfuckers get put on probation.
Those that didn't perform well.
They gets no answer when they ring-a-ring-a my bell.
You're playing with my time.
Trying to jerk me hurt me then desert me.
You better work me.
While you got the oppurtunity.
To be in the midst of the L-Y-T-E.
Only the strong survive.
Only the wise excel.
Once said by my born-in-hell.
Only the lonely die slowly.
Left all alone try to control me.
Easy does it never ask how was it.
Never speak my info why my sheets in the streets.
Cause that ain't cool. And that ain't cute.
To talk about who knocked the boot on a video shoot.
But it's all good, though you gotta get it when you want it.
Site your prey, make your move and hop up on it.
It's natural. Never be ashamed.
Fuck the fame. Get the name, and kick the game.
MOORER, LANA / JACKSON, MICHAEL / DUPRI, JERMAINE / ROBINSON, A.D.
© Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMI Music Publishing
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© Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMI Music Publishing
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