Keep It Comin’
(Indisponível)
Uh huh, come on
Sparkin’ up an L might kill a brain cell
But I might as well I’m on a highway to hell
Totally consumed by an earie feelin’
I hear pigs squealin’, soldiers of fortune
Are torchin’ huts, the girls on them TV’s
Are shakin’ their butts, I’m hyperventilatin’
I might be hallucinatin’, yo I got a chill
I’m feelin’ sort of ill, I’m goin’ mad
But arn’t ya glad I used Dial, I’m goin’ out like style
CHORUS
Uh and ya don’t quit
Yeah, keep it comin’ and ya don’t stop
They say, uh and ya don’t quit
I got complexes ya can’t figure out
My dad said, “He’s a bum, kick the nigger out”
My head’s fucked up but I lucked out and got a hit record
Now I’m well respected, I can go places I never went before
I still dress the same so it must be my name
I can’t deal with who’s real and who’s not
Who treated me the same when my record wasn’t hot
They said I couldn’t eat too so I put my cake down
I think I’m having a breakdown
CHORUS
It’s not paranoia, I got something for ya
It’s made of chrome and it’ll burst your dome
No joke my gun’ll blow a fuckin’ tunnel
Right through your body, free John Gotty
I’ll leave with your hotty and I’ll take her home
Lay her down on her back and I’ll make her moan
CHORUS
Uh and ya don’t quit
Yeah, keep me cummin’ and ya don’t stop
Soul Assassins and ya don’t stop
Funkdoobie and ya don’t stop
Cypress Hill and ya don’t stop
House of Pain and ya don’t stop
Soul Assassins and ya don’t stop
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