Текст песни Keep It Movin' - Grand Puba
F/
Khadijah
Mohammed,
Lord
Jamar,
Sadat
X
[Khadijah
Mohammed
& (Grand
Puba)]
Oh
(Yeah)
ooh
ooh
ooh
ooh
(Come
on)
come
on
(Uh)
ooh
ooh
(Grand
Puba,
huh)
ooh
(Lord
Jamar
huh)
ooh
(Khadijah
huh)
ooh
ooh
(Daty
X)
[Chorus:
Khadijah]
How
far
would
you
still
feel
me
if
I
didn't
make
these
hits
Couldn't
get
you
what
you're
used
to
sipping
Cris
and
taking
trips
Would
you
still
be
in
my
corner
or
be
on
some
other
shit
But
if
so,
then
I
don't
need
you
so
let's
keep
it
moving
bitch
[Grand
Puba]
Uh,
everything
love
long
as
paper
keep
stackin'
Kisses
and
hugs
on
some
lovie
dove
shit
Niggas
on
the
grind
cause
we
keep
you
smilin'
Paper
get
low
you
get
on
some
other
shit
I
know
ya
whole
style,
whole
style
Ya
got
a
lot
of
bullshit
behind
that
smile
Ya
main
concern
is
bling,
mink,
and
crocodile
No
love
for
niggas
who
don't
make
the
paper
pile
I
feel
ya,
feel
ya
Style
been
all
good
from
the
giddy
up,
from
giddy
up
Nights
on
the
town
used
to
live
it
up,
used
live
it
up
Joints
blaze
in
the
trunk
used
to
beat
it
up,
used
to
beat
it
up
Wrappin'
hundred
dollars
bills
in
my
homeless
cup
Next
day
5th
Ave.
shoppin'
Gucci
bag
coppin'
Paper
stopped
droppin'
attitudes
started
flip-floppin'
No
worry
bounce
the
bird
in
a
hurry
Little
did
she
know
my
setback
was
temporary
[Chorus]
[Sadat
X]
We
can
play
home
As
long
as
you
can
play
with
the
dome
A
cold
killer,
drink
a
cold
can
of
Miller
Turn
me
off
black
than
a
Mike
J.
thriller
Now
we
all
alone,
body
is
bomb
Ass
much
fatter,
what
the
fuck
is
the
matter
Always
talkin'
shit
about
all
of
these
niggas
All
these
niggas
tryin'
to
seize
these
figures
Ridin'
in
the
two-seater,
ridin'
with
the
heater
If
I
meet
her
tonight,
can
I
beat
Do
it
taste
sweet,
would
I
really
eat...
Bon
appetite
Is
it
facts
or
fake
Me
and
old
girl
could
always
swing
But
why
every
time
got
to
be
on
me
Cause
y'all
bitches
know
that
shit
is
free
Now
I'm
back
in
the
streets
before
10:
30
Gotta
take
a
shower,
can't
leave
my
dick
dirty
[Chorus]
[Lord
Jamar]
Now
when
a
nigga
had
money,
you
was
there
Funny
how
every
time
I
turned
around,
you
was
there
When
it
was
time
to
get
your
hair,
your
nails
and
your
gear
But
at
my
court
date,
you
failed
to
appear
For
my
case
on
appeals,
it
took
over
a
year
In
that
time,
a
nigga
didn't
see
nor
hear
Got
to
the
point,
there
was
no
respect
at
all
I
was
shocked
when
you
did
not
collect
my
call
Spent
nights
in
my
cell
just
beatin'
my
dick
Thinkin'
bout,
how
we
used
to
fuck
and
shit
I
took
you
out,
bought
cha'
ass
a
bunch
of
shit
When
I
get
out
I'm
gonna
fuckin'
punch
this
bitch
right
in
her
mouth
Cause
she
don't
understand
the
rules
You
don't
bite
the
man
that
dipped
your
hand
in
jewels
You
were
there
when
I
bought
the
rock
that
blinded
you
Now
a
nigga
locked
and
I
can't
find
you
[Chorus]
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