Keep on, you gotta keep on
You gotta keep on!
Bust it you gots to keep on it
That break-of dawn shit
Smoke the cancer stick, and ya don't quit
We'll never, never know no whole tour bit
Known was Zev X, the OE alcoholic
I still get paid sums, I write albums
Sip the coke rums, loop the broke drums
Stunts get down thumbs
I think a stunt's a dunce
My rap label mates? They all smoke blunts!
Went on this tour once, bus was loco
From Albuquerque to like Acapulco
See, it was Lord J, Sadat, Alamo
Busta and myself in the back
With the whole OZ deep in Cali
Near the valley where it seldom rains
Sess is the best to all
Except cells in the brain
And if you ever did, God forbid ya did
Get on that bus
You'd be one red-eye shut eye-lid kid
Word miz, the iz had the whole crew relaxin'
Boogie Brown with the box
Boomin' new tracks and
Bust wants a stogie, he told Sub to ask Dinco
He had one mo', to bust 'em down, now
I'm peepin' Oynx askin' Baby Chris
About the back drop
Fixin' his flack top, damn
I hate that flat top
Just then, the bus driver had the nerve and
Said, "Stop the smokin'"
He be curvin' and swervin'
He popped junk like a sea
Sick sailor would fuss
Not like we got top bunks like
On that De La bus this was a Greyhound
The budget wasn't over most
Low budget, so, f*ck it
Let the motherf*cker overdose
We puffed his bluff, he wasn't bullshittin'
The next L was lit'en and hit'en
So now he quittin'
We couldn't stand to stay in San Jose
And plus, we had a show in LA that same day
He said he'd take us down but he had
To shake us down for 5 yards
Between the Gods, that's might trife
Mad heads to make mad frowns no night life
Bitch-ass bus driver wanna bring
His white wife
And I'm ready to hitchhike, a six-four
One switch plus, he said no bitches on the
Bus except for his one bitch
Niggas got edgy like a knife
Dedicatin' Niggaz4Life to my man and his wife
You might think that's the bitch
'cause Gates was the shit
But only one week and countin' until
The show at The Ritz and you don't quit
'til the last Philly is split
And get a buzzed bus driver
Off the contact blitt and you don't quit
Til the last Philly is lit
And get a buzzed bus driver
Over the contact blitt
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Keep on, you gotta keep on
You gotta keep on!
Bust it you gots to keep on it
That break-of dawn shit
Smoke the cancer stick, and ya don't quit
We'll never, never know no whole tour bit
Known was Zev X, the OE alcoholic
I still get paid sums, I write albums
Sip the coke rums, loop the broke drums
Stunts get down thumbs
I think a stunt's a dunce
My rap label mates? They all smoke blunts!
Went on this tour once, bus was loco
From Albuquerque to like Acapulco
See, it was Lord J, Sadat, Alamo
Busta and myself in the back
With the whole OZ deep in Cali
Near the valley where it seldom rains
Sess is the best to all
Except cells in the brain
And if you ever did, God forbid ya did
Get on that bus
You'd be one red-eye shut eye-lid kid
Word miz, the iz had the whole crew relaxin'
Boogie Brown with the box
Boomin' new tracks and
Bust wants a stogie, he told Sub to ask Dinco
He had one mo', to bust 'em down, now
I'm peepin' Oynx askin' Baby Chris
About the back drop
Fixin' his flack top, damn
I hate that flat top
Just then, the bus driver had the nerve and
Said, "Stop the smokin'"
He be curvin' and swervin'
He popped junk like a sea
Sick sailor would fuss
Not like we got top bunks like
On that De La bus this was a Greyhound
The budget wasn't over most
Low budget, so, f*ck it
Let the motherf*cker overdose
We puffed his bluff, he wasn't bullshittin'
The next L was lit'en and hit'en
So now he quittin'
We couldn't stand to stay in San Jose
And plus, we had a show in LA that same day
He said he'd take us down but he had
To shake us down for 5 yards
Between the Gods, that's might trife
Mad heads to make mad frowns no night life
Bitch-ass bus driver wanna bring
His white wife
And I'm ready to hitchhike, a six-four
One switch plus, he said no bitches on the
Bus except for his one bitch
Niggas got edgy like a knife
Dedicatin' Niggaz4Life to my man and his wife
You might think that's the bitch
'cause Gates was the shit
But only one week and countin' until
The show at The Ritz and you don't quit
'til the last Philly is split
And get a buzzed bus driver
Off the contact blitt and you don't quit
Til the last Philly is lit
And get a buzzed bus driver
Over the contact blitt
You gotta keep on!
Bust it you gots to keep on it
That break-of dawn shit
Smoke the cancer stick, and ya don't quit
We'll never, never know no whole tour bit
Known was Zev X, the OE alcoholic
I still get paid sums, I write albums
Sip the coke rums, loop the broke drums
Stunts get down thumbs
I think a stunt's a dunce
My rap label mates? They all smoke blunts!
Went on this tour once, bus was loco
From Albuquerque to like Acapulco
See, it was Lord J, Sadat, Alamo
Busta and myself in the back
With the whole OZ deep in Cali
Near the valley where it seldom rains
Sess is the best to all
Except cells in the brain
And if you ever did, God forbid ya did
Get on that bus
You'd be one red-eye shut eye-lid kid
Word miz, the iz had the whole crew relaxin'
Boogie Brown with the box
Boomin' new tracks and
Bust wants a stogie, he told Sub to ask Dinco
He had one mo', to bust 'em down, now
I'm peepin' Oynx askin' Baby Chris
About the back drop
Fixin' his flack top, damn
I hate that flat top
Just then, the bus driver had the nerve and
Said, "Stop the smokin'"
He be curvin' and swervin'
He popped junk like a sea
Sick sailor would fuss
Not like we got top bunks like
On that De La bus this was a Greyhound
The budget wasn't over most
Low budget, so, f*ck it
Let the motherf*cker overdose
We puffed his bluff, he wasn't bullshittin'
The next L was lit'en and hit'en
So now he quittin'
We couldn't stand to stay in San Jose
And plus, we had a show in LA that same day
He said he'd take us down but he had
To shake us down for 5 yards
Between the Gods, that's might trife
Mad heads to make mad frowns no night life
Bitch-ass bus driver wanna bring
His white wife
And I'm ready to hitchhike, a six-four
One switch plus, he said no bitches on the
Bus except for his one bitch
Niggas got edgy like a knife
Dedicatin' Niggaz4Life to my man and his wife
You might think that's the bitch
'cause Gates was the shit
But only one week and countin' until
The show at The Ritz and you don't quit
'til the last Philly is split
And get a buzzed bus driver
Off the contact blitt and you don't quit
Til the last Philly is lit
And get a buzzed bus driver
Over the contact blitt
Writer: Daniel Thompson
Copyright: Lyrics © Third Side Music Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Third Side Music Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.