Grand Puba - 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 occasion 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 freebee 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 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