Outsidaz - Keep On Lyrics
[Pacewon]What you want wit the underground kings from the BricksI've been at it since Clyde Frazier played for the KnicksPackin' 3-5-7's wit the raw hide gripsRollin' 4-5-6 on ya cross eyed tricksWar type shit, so get off my dickI'm wet like Pirelli's on the vetHere I go, pull up in the stretchBallin' like the Nets, like ten pass ya marks on my netWoman love me, wantin' lust for me like people do moneyThey hungry, I might start livin' too lullyGot a A+ average and I'm bound to make honor rollJumpin' in and out of holes, lives like geronimoPut it on wax, make it sound kinda comical*****es listen to it while they work they abdominalsG's listen to it while they out playin' dominoesOutsidaz try'nna match the face on the article[Chorus: Young Zee]To my people from the Bricks keep onEverybody up in Jerz, keep onAnd it wont be long til the Outz invadeSo we came to sing this sing[Hook: Pacewon]We like (woop!), love our shit or leave it alone (4X)[Young Zee]You know my block get cashTwenty in street wit pop plus hashMess around, see a cop get blastEven the girls get stop by taxOutsidaz, what, what, what, like todayWe doin' it to girls look like Tyra BanksDrop the CD, girls hawkin' a niggaThey still wanna creep, they know I'm talkin' to DiggaYou think you raw, I'mma test your jawYou don't have a clue like Ernesto ShawSee me on ya block, better give me those propsBefore I start another beef worse then Biggie and PacWe got macks and 4-4's to bustAnd we don't buy clothes for girls, they buy clothes for usPeace, to my homies doin' time in jailAnd to ya niggas that be hatin', ya'll can rot in hell[Chorus: Young Zee]To my people from New York, keep onEverybody in L.A., keep onAnd it wont be long til the Outz invadeSo we came to sing this sing[Hook: Pacewon]We like (woop!), love our shit or leave it alone (4X)[Young Zee] (Pacewon) {bothYou know the Outz spit gameWithout rappin' bout my chain and my rangeWhile everybody else talk, sound the same(Yo me and Zee) {we just try'nna get brains and run trains(Yo hot like gun flames, we copped enough gradeTake the story make the front pageAll about a man wit a bulletproof coatin' chrome shottyAin't takin' shit from nobody)And punk ya'll can make me use the steel and blast ya Coupe D'evilleHit the right side up, make ya loose a wheelOutsidaz drunk, can't walk a straight lineMe and Pace blind off the 1-8-9(Tell the cops that the gun ain't mine, some may find and goAll day shine, I'm no jokePacewon, the type of man, that you don't play closeBetter throw up ya hands when my folks say so)[Chorus: Young Zee]To my people in V.A., keep onEverybody up in Philly, keepAnd it wont be long til the Outz invadeSo we came to sing this sing[Hook: Pacewon]We like (woop!), love our shit or leave it alone (4X)[Outro: Young Zee]Jacksonville, keep onLittle Rock, keep onVancouver, keep onSeattle, keep on
