Keep on, you gotta keep on, you gotta keep on! [x2] [Zev Love X] You gota to keep on, the break of dawn shit Smoking cancer sticks, and you don't quit We'll never never know retore bit No "What's up X?" The O.E. alcohol I satill get paid and I write albums Sip the coke rums, loop the trope drums Thirst it down, plums I think of stunts are dunce My rap labelmates? They all smoke blunts! We're on this tour once, bus was all full >From Albequerqe to like Acapolco See, it was Lord J, Sadat, Alamo Busta and myself, in the back with the O.O.Z. Deep in Cali near the valley where we saw the rains Sess is the best till all it settles in the brain And if you ever did, God forbid you did Get on that bus and do a red eye to Alex Kidd Word biz, had the whole crew relazing Boogie Brown with the box, booming new tracks and Quest wants a stogie, he told some to ask Dinco He had one more, to best 'em down, now A keep ??? a push by the backside Sneaks hit the blacktop, damn I hate that flat top Just then the bus driver had the nerve to To say "Stop the smoke" he curving and swerving He popped junk like the sea sick sales of fuss Not like we got top post like on that De La bus This was a Greyhound, the bunks were open So fuck it, let the motherfucker overdose We puffed his luck, he wasn't bullshittin The next L was litten and hitten, so now he quittin' We couldn't stand to stay in San Jose Plus we had a show in L.A. that same day He said he'd take us down but he had to shake us down For 5 yards, between the guards that's might trife Mad heads make mad forwns no might like Let's ask Busta, wanna rim his white wife? Planning to hitchhike, a six-oh, one switch Forces in our midst, on the bust, the boy is one bitch Niggas got edgy like a knife Dedicating niggas delight to my man and his wife You might think that's a bitch, because here's the shit But only one week in Gotham a show at the Ritz And you don't quit, til the last Philly is split Get a buzzed bus driver over the contact blintz And you don't quit, til the last Philly is lit Get a buzzed bus driver over the contact blintz
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Copy to Clipboard: Keep on, you gotta keep on, you gotta keep on! [x2] [Zev Love X] You gota to keep on, the break of dawn shit Smoking cancer sticks, and you don't quit We'll never never know retore bit No "What's up X?" The O.E. alcohol I satill get paid and I write albums Sip the coke rums, loop the trope drums Thirst it down, plums I think of stunts are dunce My rap labelmates? They all smoke blunts! We're on this tour once, bus was all full >From Albequerqe to like Acapolco See, it was Lord J, Sadat, Alamo Busta and myself, in the back with the O.O.Z. Deep in Cali near the valley where we saw the rains Sess is the best till all it settles in the brain And if you ever did, God forbid you did Get on that bus and do a red eye to Alex Kidd Word biz, had the whole crew relazing Boogie Brown with the box, booming new tracks and Quest wants a stogie, he told some to ask Dinco He had one more, to best 'em down, now A keep ??? a push by the backside Sneaks hit the blacktop, damn I hate that flat top Just then the bus driver had the nerve to To say "Stop the smoke" he curving and swerving He popped junk like the sea sick sales of fuss Not like we got top post like on that De La bus This was a Greyhound, the bunks were open So fuck it, let the motherfucker overdose We puffed his luck, he wasn't bullshittin The next L was litten and hitten, so now he quittin' We couldn't stand to stay in San Jose Plus we had a show in L.A. that same day He said he'd take us down but he had to shake us down For 5 yards, between the guards that's might trife Mad heads make mad forwns no might like Let's ask Busta, wanna rim his white wife? Planning to hitchhike, a six-oh, one switch Forces in our midst, on the bust, the boy is one bitch Niggas got edgy like a knife Dedicating niggas delight to my man and his wife You might think that's a bitch, because here's the shit But only one week in Gotham a show at the Ritz And you don't quit, til the last Philly is split Get a buzzed bus driver over the contact blintz And you don't quit, til the last Philly is lit Get a buzzed bus driver over the contact blintz
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