Grand Puba - Keep It Movin' lyrics

(feat. Khadijah Mohammed, Lord Jamar, Sadat X)

[Khadijah Mohammed & (Grand Puba)]

Oh (Yeah) ooh ooh ooh ooh

(Come on) come on (Uh) ooh ooh

(Grand Puba, huh) ooh (Lord Jamar huh) ooh

(Khadijah huh) ooh ooh (Daty X)

[Chorus: Khadijah]

How far would you still feel me if I didn't make these hits

Couldn't get you what you're used to sipping Cris and taking trips

Would you still be in my corner or be on some other shit

But if so, then I don't need you so let's keep it moving bitch

[Grand Puba]

Uh, everything love long as paper keep stackin'

Kisses and hugs on some lovie dove shit

Niggas on the grind cause we keep you smilin'

Paper get low you get on some other shit

I know ya whole style, whole style

Ya got a lot of bullshit behind that smile

Ya main concern is bling, mink, and crocodile

No love for niggas who don't make the paper pile

I feel ya, feel ya

Style been all good from the giddy up, from giddy up

Nights on the town used to live it up, used live it up

Joints blaze in the trunk used to beat it up, used to beat it up

Wrappin' hundred dollars bills in my homeless cup

Next day 5th Ave. shoppin' Gucci bag coppin'

Paper stopped droppin' attitudes started flip-floppin'

No worry bounce the bird in a hurry

Little did she know my setback was temporary

[Chorus]

[Sadat X]

We can play home

As long as you can play with the dome

A cold killer, drink a cold can of Miller

Turn me off black than a Mike J. thriller

Now we all alone, body is bomb

Ass much fatter, what the fuck is the matter

Always talkin' shit about all of these niggas

All these niggas tryin' to seize these figures

Ridin' in the two-seater, ridin' with the heater

If I meet her tonight, can I beat

Do it taste sweet, would I really eat...Bon appetite

Is it facts or fake

Me and old girl could always swing

But why every time got to be on me

Cause y'all bitches know that shit is free

Now I'm back in the streets before 10:30

Gotta take a shower, can't leave my dick dirty

[Chorus]

[Lord Jamar]

Now when a nigga had money, you was there

Funny how every time I turned around, you was there

When it was time to get your hair, your nails and your gear

But at my court date, you failed to appear

For my case on appeals, it took over a year

In that time, a nigga didn't see nor hear

Got to the point, there was no respect at all

I was shocked when you did not collect my call

Spent nights in my cell just beatin' my dick

Thinkin' bout, how we used to fuck and shit

I took you out, bought cha' ass a bunch of shit

When I get out

I'm gonna fuckin' punch this bitch right in her mouth

Cause she don't understand the rules

You don't bite the man that dipped your hand in jewels

You were there when I bought the rock that blinded you

Now a nigga locked and I can't find you

[Chorus]