Keep It Rollin
Verse One: Phife Dawg
Aiyyo swing swing swing, to chop chop chop
Yo thats the sound when MCs get mopped
Dont come around town without the hip in your hop
Cause when the shit hits the fan, that assll get dropped
MCs wanna attack me but them punks cant cope
Ill have you left without a job, like Isley from The Love Boat
So money watch your mouth, or I might have to bust ya
Battlin MCs, from JFK to Russia
Back down to London, Sweden and Brazil
Do a U.S. tour for three months and then a chill
Styles be fat like Jackie Gleason, the rest be Art Carney
People love the Dawg like the kids love Barney
"I love you, you love me"
The shorty Phife Dawg is your favorite MC
So move back yaself dread, you know the element
The Tribe is good for your health like a can of Nutriment
MCs dont have no winds, MCs dont have no winds
I flips you crazier than a busload of Jerrys Kids
Your crew dont want it, man your crew dont want it
But if you feel you can swing it, then money please bring it
(sup) Large Professor in the house (sup)
(sup) You know how we do (sup)
(sup) I stay on your crew (sup)
(whassup) like Mario Lemieux (whassup)
(Whassup?) Peace to Ike Love
(Sup? Hah hah) and the rest of the crew (Whassup?)
(Whassup?) I meet you guys in front the cleaners
Bring the blunts and the brew so
Verse Two: Q-Tip
Whassup kids? The Ab is speaking from the moon
Thanks for your support, aiyyo Ill be home soon
But the only thing I ask when I return from my task
Is a whole bunch of beats and a Blass full of ass
My fist stands firm because Im, black and solid
I open up your pores like a plate full of collards
Cmon take it easy wouldya, easy easy
Im up in the gulley, thats when I am her Buddy
She told me pull her hair, I did, it drove her nutty
Filled up the hole like spackle or I mean putty
When we over joints like this we never cruddy
Extra P hooked the beat, and kids it feels luh-huh-ovely
Check it out, cause my conception is immaculate
A bachelor, lookin for a bachlelorette
Back to you MCs, this is what your gonna get
A first degree burn from my man Kens cigarette
I hope you like Malboro, Paul you know we thorough like Denver
The beat feels like a never-ender
But all things good must, so I wont sweat it
Drop the Cs for the youthful crew, I hope you get it
As I stand, grip this mic inside my hand
Boy I smack you up, like I was your old grand
so respect yourself Son, and come and gimme love
Once again the Ab is who you think of
So chill with the beef money, we got a Jetti
Verse Three: Extra P (Large Professor)
Its Extra P and yo Tip Im bout to set it
on the country once again here to win
Im Uptown chillin, takin in this grand master Vic blend
from the projects, the PJs, fuck them two DJs
Self mission, I had her in the ill position
Saying "Large youse the soul brother that Id like to
eff with for the rest of my life" yeah yeah now check the method
As I, proceed with what you need like Akinyele
A whip looks complete when the tires say Firelli
Funk monkey, one rapper fell off, now hes a junkie
Theres 8 Million Stories in the city its a pity
Dont fuck with the skins if shes trying to act shitty
Shout to the Guru, Primo and Zulu Zulu
Nation, was on a vacation, in the ghetto
Yo Ras slow your roll Im bout to bag this heres metal
Rapper Nas on topic, seems we gonna rock it
Queens represent, buy the album when I drop it (drop it)
