Chris Liggio - Keep On lyrics

"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** was gonna hit Cause I spoke to Dione Warick and she put me on some psychic sh** 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 b**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** you just bought It's the greatest return since Jordan hit the court Because my style changes frequently See I been sh** talkin' mics since the days of delenquency Now I'm still the same low down gold teeth and Gortex And on occa**ion with the ruff s** Stud Doogie heats it up like a flannel Cause he's smooth as wall panel Hits the one and two like a TV channel I have no time for bullsh**ters 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 from the dodge spot Put it in the L and get high like an astronaut Hook Verse 2: Now see they call me Mr. Mingle 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 joke 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 the honies with the charm 'cause Grand Puba is the bomb So come on baby there's no need to play dumber I'll be comin' around your nostrals when I cum So check it out now... Hook