Keep It Live / Keep It Live Reprise (Hidden Track) [feat. Brevi & Aloe Blacc] [Live]

歌詞

(feat. H.A.W.K., Kee Money, Big Dex) [talking:] Southside (Southside), we keep it gangsta Keep it gangsta, Northside (Northside) Keep it gangsta, what-what-what Keep it gangsta, what [H.A.W.K.:] I'm not on the squad player, I'm on the squd nigga Quick to pull a trigger, and I'm raw like Jigga How the hell you figga, you could step to a gangsta I shank ya spank ya, and won't even thank ya I'm on the cut, t-shirt and black Chuck's Selling clucks for bucks, hitting hard like numchucks I fill gaps like chaps, with these hardcore raps And Blacks Whites and Japs, all give me dap You'll never catch me stalking, or doing too much talking When I might keep it gangsta, and start to Crip walking My dogs start to barking, cause they ready to scratch I release the latch, watch my killers attack Now fire up a fat strack, if you wanna do it But don't jump naked, on embalming fluid Nigga stay true to it, if you take that chance And my gangstas, won't you do your dance [Trae:] Thug living I'm bonified, and running with mob ties Niggaz knew I was on the rise, pulling stunts like Fog Eye Fore the green we mashing, while we colliding for the South And if you hating close your mouth, cause I'm gon ride for the house I got thugs on every block, with a glock that stay cocked In a land of hard knocks, so we known for bleeding blocks And niggaz be hating me, and making my pressure rise Because I'm bubble eyes, on a GS customized We Interstate weight gliders, from H-Town to Nevada Going off like rotweilers, and pitbull fight scholars Throwing bows like Roy Jones, while bleeding with every zone And even hear a tune, that'll make a bad bitch sing along Like my name was Dru Hill, keeping it known that I got skills When it's time for me to drop, then we gon straight up make a mill For real it's like that, the Trae gon squash that So when it's time to plex, then we gon straight up break backs [Lil' B:] I'm a young ass nigga, that's always down for whatever Shooting slugs through your sweater, my nigga I'm bout my cheddar Together cause we united, don't bite it because it's venom Starched jeans that's denim, 600's we in em And filming these hoes on video, acting seditty though When all they want, is a nigga to take em home or to the Mo' Freak hoes, you ain't getting shit Keep my screens lit, sideways watching flicks Admit that I'm a G, Lil' B from H.C. Tipping down Fewquay, with Trae and Lil' T We be some young playas, big bodies we valeters Poetry rhyme sayers, sipping drank with the Mayor Pay'a close attention, weak niggaz flinching Step in the kitchen, I'm S.L.A.B. representing And gritting my teeth, my pressure's reached it's peek And to you hoes talking down, I'll sweep you off your feet [Keep Money:] Now bounce-bounce to this, when you hear it in your city While motherfuckers levitating, we leaving boys shitty Trying to get a ticket, while on our way to the top Steady crawling and balling, you know we can't stop One touch and recline the top, home of S-L-K And no inches up under 20, we consider them by the way 3rd Coast the bay, down South we ain't tripping Pop a clip in while sipping, on a money making mission Game tight with precision, trigger finger steady itching While time keep on ticking, we in the kitchen forking chickens These boys they finna listen, we ain't playing with this game So pop a tape in your deck, and go on do your thang [Big Dex:] I'm in your eardrum like bass mantliss, I got bad habits From smoking weed, to popping tablets Get out of line, you'll come up missing like the Florida baddest I put niggaz in death beds, then fire cabinets You got a nine playboy, then you better grab it I'm serving niggaz like fiends, I gotta let em have it I got AK's and glocks, all automatics That have your face on a carton, that say missionary bastard Don't get me wrong, I see right through you like Judge Mathis That's why I have to wet your shirt, like a water mattress Like Elmer Fudd, I got a sock I aim at you rabbits And I be spraying out pellets, like deodorant arid I got spice on my shirt, for slap a bitch nigga merrets I put a regal round your neck, like I propose a marriage And I ain't talking to you bitch, but if the shoe fit wear it And that's what happened to them niggaz, that talking like Paris I let em have it [Jay'Ton:] I'm only 15, and love to county my green You see the bitches wanna ride, cause they love my screens And keeping niggaz on the run, cause they hate my beam I got twenty five niggaz, running on my team It's Jay'Ton the young one, that's all about stacking cash Fast on the gas, for the grind I gotta mash You feel what I'm saying mayn, we Southside thug niggaz That's down to pull triggers, and all about stacking figgas [Dougie D:] I'm a 3rd Coast wrecker, H-Town slab rider You can catch me crawling, and dropping the top on the prowler Prolly even see me in a houda One thang fa sho, I gotta keep em moving like Menuda It's the Dougie the daddy, I be known for stacking dollas Chunking the deuce up to my niggaz, and bitches and partnas Down in the Dirty South, is where motherfuckers'll find us Keeping em crunk shocking and rocking, and moving they body Now what it is about Texas, you wanna know about Don't be mislead, ain't all bout horses and dip in our mouth We sip on drank, with fat blunts puffing smoke out our mouth And this the way we keep it crunk, up on my side of town it's going down