Keep On Lyrics - Singles - Grand Puba

"Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop 

Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop 

Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop 

Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop" 

I knew from jump that my shit was gonna hit 

'Cause I spoke to Dione Warick and she put me on some psychic shit 

She said be careful '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, what's a 5-1-6? 

Long Island, you dumb bitch 

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 shit you just bought 

It's the greatest return since Jordan hit the court 

Because my style changes frequently 

See I been shit talkin' mics since the days of delinquency 

Now I'm still the same low down gold teeth and Gortex 

And on occasion with the ruff sex 

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 bullshitters, I get bad honies jitters 

As I walk be all the chicken head critters 

I got more funk then En Vogue got junk in they trunk 

My flow hits ya like a filthy piece of skunk 

So Alley get the scomma from the dodge spot 

Put it in the L and get high like an astronaut 

"Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop 

Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop 

Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop 

Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop" 

Now see they call me Mr.Mingo 

Got a girl but I'm still single 

Honies scream my name like they just won bingo 

(Puba) 

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 psychologist 

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 nostrils when I 'cum 

So check it out now 

"Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop 

Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop 

Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop 

Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop"