and keep it comin [Chorus: singer {Heavy D}] Aww Heavy (aww Heavy) {I hear you talkin baby} Keep on comin {I keep it comin ma, I keep it comin mami}
Traduzione: Heavy D. Keep It Comin.
was the penitentiary, still ballin Ridin on these niggaz cause they lame In a six-one Chevy, still heavy in this game, can you feel me? Blame it on my
' makes me nauseous Hate the Bogota, the target it ain't off it's...right here And the volume's on three [Geechi Suede:] See, we keep the black plastic
the rap deck, cause this is the last deal Good God, baby pah, give it to me check it BRARABRARABBAHHH bust it, BRARAHRABAHABA wreck it [El Da Sensai] Comin
my block; opened it like a earthquake Niggas graduatin' on they fifteenth birthday Some snortin', and some spikin' it That shit be cut heavy, and them niggas still be likin' it
it nigga G about it See we just write about it But you can die about it Now you can be a C about it nigga G about it [Hook: Ice Cube (Bad Azz)] We be
or was it Regina Fuck it, the bitch with the tipple bitties and the boomin bass I said my name is big game all in her face I said for what it's worth,
Comin down,bumpin,knockin pictures of tha wall [repeat] [Lady Ice:] I got my body capris and heavy Chevi's wit TV's Triple gold D's,don't have to
like this [Louieville Sluggah] but they'll be no more smoke for me pull up the Henny, so I can feel my bod drizzy and max with my staff maintain and keep it
look little, Chevy Flippin', just like a, ay, check it out, check it out, The city look little, they all holla because, ay, check it out, check it out
It's all I can do to keep from fallin' off the track I try to resist you but I always keep comin' back As a matter of fact it's so heavy I've been losin
me, then you're dealin with filth If you can barely hear it then you need to go [Hook x2] [Chorus: 12 O'Clock] It's a Buddha Monk show Brooklyn Zu
south nigga we been, gonna be here, and we ain't goin no mutha f**kin where Take it hoe you like it, hate it or love it ho. [Bun B:] It's that candy
It's murda(Yo it's murda)...niggaz it's murda(Niggaz it's murda) It's murda(Yo it's murda)...niggaz it's murda(Niggaz it's murda) [Chorus: Chink Santana
y'all got to go) Wu-Tang niggas'll break that jaw Stay on the dancefloor, keep it real Shake it, break it, love the feel (If y'all ain't wit us y'
day R.I.P. to my baby bro, UGK until It ain't no stopping this movement, you lose on the real Cause we keeping it trill, that's from ashes to dust We
