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Da Brat - Keepin' It Live lyrics
Featuring Jermaine Dupri] Uh oh o uh uh o ah ah ah ah ah Uh oh o uh uh o ah ah ah ah ah Verse One: Bringing more noise than pg we true and flew in life Leave us JD and rock a party all night tight nigga One two three four five six seven I can rap like hell but make it sound like heaven well Seven six five four three two one JD what the deal is? Lemme get some How many occasions you and your liasons Can't fuck with this phenomenon,division,separated from the norm Pop a lot of Shawn Don and celebrate the good times So get your groove on, pulling on the in-and let's all get high In the back of my-Black on Black,you come through in ninety Bumpin' you remind me with the cops right behind me I got head rest, Genesis played by the Brat-Hey Bulletproof windows, for negroes, that wanna act Don't wanna face the fact, That that's the way we live Lookin' everyday Jig, Buyin' everything big-You dig? Nigga You don't wanna' go the distance-Surrender-Consistence Allows me the key clock contender And enter a new millenium,Cracking mutherfuckers craniums Droppin Bombs-Saddam Hussein and nigga's straining Hit a little,I'm feeling tickles from the nickels I smoked The sweat trickle,as I slid a little liquor down my throat It ain't no hope for these nigga's who broke and acting big willy They dream to see a milly and talk shit before it happen really Spark up another philly and eyewitness The Brat fulfilling champagne and caviar wishes The lifestyle of the bitch is famous,Make the payment to chante Embarass nigga's live a hobby-All day harris Fly me to the moon,soon and very soon stay tuned Prepare to meet you doom 'cause it ain't no room for you Chorus No matter what they keep on saying and what they thinking We be keepin' in live,Keepin' it live-Its' like straight to the scene It's like that it's Da Brat just Keepin' it live,Keepin' it we make you say ah-ah-ah-ah-ah,ah-ahh,ah-ah-ahh ah-ah-ah-ah-ah,ah-ahh,ah-ah-ahh Verse Two: And if you're feeling for masquerade,I can rock a party today Breaking parlay as we stack cakes of cheddar Butter like parkay,wanted in four plates-sex So-so definitely the best,Better watch your step It's pooky,Trap with hits I make 'em clap to this You knew we was coming back to kick some asses kid It's nigga's like me that have more fun Pop mo' bottles than the next one Supermodel sex and make a portion Now catch me if you can like the gingerbread man Fifty grand in my hand sit-tin' on top of the world Half drunk,high as fuck,shitting hard,legs swinging Bringing the ruckus to all motherfuckers-woooo Hey yo,Brat you Da funk bandit Act like you know,the baddest sweet habit having mommy to hit the door Flash it a little,living riddles can't buy the vittles Get cash,Life don't only come once-to let it pass To all my nigga's rockin' big jewels,brand new shoes and new kicks Nigga's from the old school that started all this shit Big time weightholders,Dope clocking for years Nigga's you watched as a shorty thinking that's the way to live Giving all I got to give,us bitches is pushing sixes With ten thousand dollar bracelets around they wrist Legistics,is strictly riches,the other fishes in the sea Can't be malicious as me,fucking with G's Chorus No matter what they keep on saying and what they thinking We be keepin' in live,Keepin' it live-Its' like straight to the scene It's like that it's Da Brat just Keepin' it live,Keepin' it we make you say ah-ah-ah-ah-ah,ah-ahh,ah-ah-ahh ah-ah-ah-ah-ah,ah-ahh,ah-ah-ahh |
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