|
Chubb Rock - Keep It Street lyrics
[chubb rock] Yo, keep in the street let the groove stay rough Rougher than rough, ignorance is enough On the media tip, so that the read must grip On reality, don't let 'em gas up your mentality This style started from the essence Not the magazine, maybeline cold cream afro-sheen tip Comin deep into the soul cause i mean it Disciples of pop want to redeem it - nope I don't know why, why is that Why must i, chase the cat? Nothin but the dog, in me Continue you just gonna, fall in the Midst of a hip-hop blitz with a trip Back to the batter to the gladys of the pi-dup Watch me ri-dup, all Type of tv screens movie type scenes Just like blues, hip-hop paid dues Dues can be recouped if you act souped Makin pop beats, so keep it street [chubb rock] Block party, nineteen-eighty-one People havin fun, no one with a gun No ducats, you pay nothin at the gate You escape to the sounds of a cold crush tape In your back pocket, rap is always clocked then Jump on the realistic mic then rock it No clock don't stop until mother nature says No conflict between usual knuckleheads That didn't affect the morale of the crowd Just those kids pumped the set up loud Nowadays, our appearance is a big part of it Everybody wants a mr. t starter kit Hip-hop has always been you have a beef With another man step to him, and throw ya hands Come back and dance to the rhythm Of a james brown beat - and keep it street "children grow and women produce And men go work and some go steal it!" "children.. children grow and.. Children.." [chubb rock] In nineteen-ninety you will get another treat That's harder than concrete, unique don't compete Lyrical format uses your rep as a doormat You shoulda come sooner if you wanted to kick a rumor Never try to jest unless you like your flesh All scarred, ripped and done hard Cause kid you don't realize, that in my part of town You'll get killed if you wanna act a clown Grab your heart, play your part and pledge allegiance School's in, so let's begin, your first readings Open your book, here's a number two pencil Feel the vibe of a chubb instrumental No pop tunes only rough street beats You can sample butt-snagger mick jagger I'll stay with my crates and make dope beats And i'll keep it, definitely keep it street Peace! |
|
|||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Last added lyrics |
|---|
 The Funeral of God by Zao |
 Fear of Flying by Mya |
 Insomniac by Enrique Iglesias |
 Zakiya by Zakiya |
 Wanna Go Back by Eddie Money |
