Lil' Keke

[fox69]

"It's Going Down"

"It's Going Down"


H-Town, in effect for Texas
Southside, for the H-Town
Northside, for the H-Town
Eastside, for the H-Town
Westside, for the H-Town

It's goin' down, and you know it's goin' down
All these playas comin' up out that H-Town
It's goin' down, and you know we bout to climb
All these ballers representin' that damn H-Town

Blaze up the indo, light the chocolate tye
Sittin' on South Race screens, ballin' out the sky
Hoes diss that ass cause they wanna buy me Ralph Lauren
Cause big 'o 19's look lovely on the foreign
I ain't borrowing, the baddest, the V-12 is the baddest
A rhymin' afterattics gave me superstar status
Longers get my list, haters got me pissed
I used to sell rocks, now they all on my wrist
Feel this before yourself, step and get in this
The playa, the pimp, young thug and a menace
Pretendness is endless, and crank up confusion
Yo sweet cal is used in knockin' out Houston

It's goin' down, and you know it's goin' down
All these playas comin' up out that H-Town
It's goin' down, and you know we bout to climb
All these ballers representin' that damn H-Town
It's goin' down, and you know it's goin' down
Throw your hands in the air for that H-Town
It's goin' down, and they can't really see
Screwed-Up Click for life, this is Lil' to Keke

Two, is ballin' in the mix
And hit me on the beep if you need thirtysix
Quickly, we're the grands of high rexis
I'll make you mighty reckless to run up on the Lexus
It's still this game from a Southern gangbanger
No anger to a stranger, but it's one up in the chamber
Of the blared straight glock cause haters come in flocks
It don't face born and raised on the 8100 block of Herschelwood
And the point is understood
We keep it all good in this crack-controlled hood
It ain't too late to set it straight, real players don't hate
Push weight and keep fate and the money that I make I'ma break
500 mean gold, tapes sold, story told, from the North to South Pole
21 years old, wanna bone, won't drown
Just another pimp comin' out that H-Town

It's goin' down, and you know it's goin' down
All these playas comin' up out that H-Town
It's goin' down, and you know we bout to climb
All these ballers representin' that damn H-Town
It's goin' down, and you know it's goin' down
Throw your hands in the air for that H-Town
It's goin' down, and they can't really see
Southside representin' and this is Lil' to Keke

First three, who it be, L-i-l K-e
That's me, I'm a g, from the southside of the T
You and me, baby, let's get a room for the hour
Get high as a tower, bust a nut and hit the showers
You gone with the wind, after while it's on again
This time bring a friend, a couple corners we gone bend
Let's pretend that this sin, ain't even been committed
Once I split it then I hit it, you in love, go'on admit it
It's goin' down, yeah I'm talking to you
H-Town, smoked out jammin' Screw
Tell your crew it's '97, it ain't no refusin'
We got 'em to the bottom now they all lovin' Houston

It's goin' down, and you know it's goin' down
All these playas comin' up out that H-Town
It's goin' down, and you know we bout to climb
All these ballers representin' that damn H-Town
It's goin' down, and you know it's goin' down
Throw your hands in the air for that H-Town
It's goin' down, and they can't really see
Herschelwood my hood, this is Lil' to Keke

[Reporter:]
"Keke yours sure have been the Cinderella story
you've been shooting to the top of the bullet, but
how do you feel about the East Coast West Coast situation?"

[Lil' Keke:]
"You know, I'ma keep my comments about that, but
due to representation, it's Something About The Southside"

 

[fox69]

"Just A Little"

"Just A Little"


[Chorus]
I'm just riding through the city
Enjoying the lights, and enjoying my life
I say I'm riding through the city
And I done been on my grind, I done been on my grind
I got the windows down, wind hitting the fade
Been a good day, and I can't complain
Riding through the city
I'm just riding through the city

Maneuvering my equipment through the city
Entourage behind me, one of my partnas with me
Hand on my wheel, and my pinky ring hit me
Wrist stay shining on the inside I'm smiling, yes sir I been grinding
Windows down, enjoying the breeze
Part of the busting down, exotic trees
Take an exit, headed to the night life
Had a good day, now it's time to make the night right
Enjoying the night, and enjoying the lights
I'm enjoying my life, not a worry in the world
Got no pled round here, don't get it twisted it's real when I step round here
Silent call me marvelous
I'm just keeping things honest brah
It's like the lights keep me powered up, and my grind keep my power up
I'm just chilling, enjoying the feeling
We gon' do it till the sun come up, let's ride

[Chorus]

6-10 59, lights on the tower
Street game money and power, every hour
Windows up top down, let a G rock now
Still here enjoying this life, and still around
Right pass the stress and strain, like no thang
I'm blessed just to be in this game, I can't complain
Riding through the city, mine it's my time
It's a whole 'nother level of grind, for this shine
Don Ke 7-13, the lights beaming
Most niggaz stuck in the bed, and still dreaming
Broads on the line my nigga, they stay waiting
Floating on that 2-88, I kept skating

Ooooh, I told you I'ma ride for you - [4x]

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Lights"
(feat. Slim Thug, Tre V & Tim Ned)

"Lights"
(feat. Slim Thug, Tre V & Tim Ned)



[Talking]
Ok, open up your eyes, I'm shining
Lights, she want the lights
She loves niggaz that glow man

[Tim Ned]
He got her in the dark, no daylight for a while
But since you brought it up, I could be your I could be your

[Lil' Keke]
Glow when the light shine, gleam like the bright sun
Dream with the young Don, promise I'm the right one
Picture perfect background, all the way from H-Town
King with a new crown, never ever lay down
Crazy, take her to the limit off top
With a thirty karat bracelet, and the same for the watch
7-13 baby, guess who the truth is
Pull out the driveway, new Benz roofless
Ke so ruthless, welcome to the life
When your world turn dark, baby I'ma get you right
Daytime night time, make her walk a straight line
Niggaz wanna hate now, I'ma make em break down
Call her Ms. Sunshine, physical fitness
Swag is ridiculous, put it in her kidneys
Showed up and showed out, baby I'm grinding
Stevie Wonder Ray Charles, lights sho' blinding

[Hook: Tim Ned & Tre V]
Lights (turn em off), lights (all of em)
Lights (shining), lights (see me)
Lights (too bright), lights (turn em off)
Lights, (haters wanna take it easy)
She goes crazy, she goes crazy
For the lights, for the lights
For the lights, for the lights
For the lights, for the lights

[Slim Thug]
All the-all the, all of the lights
It's Slim Thugger mo'fucker, and I'm so bright
You ain't never seen shine, with this much height
Your chick lose her mind, when I'm in sight
Right, don't trip let her choose a boss
It's hard to not like the flyest dude out the North
Cross a hundred karats, she thinking bout marriage
Ain't trying to have crumbs, don't wanna be average
She wanna rock the ring, from a king
At least five, wait a year then go up a size
Surprise, you fucking with a boss baby
My earrings, cost more than your house baby huh

[Chorus]

[Lil' Keke]
Pull up with the beams on, still got the screens on
Pussy made theme song, got her whole mind gone
Tougher than I can be, bitches can't stand me
Riding like a mob nigga, this is my family
Everything real large, real niggaz take charge
Haters better come hard, looking for the right broad
See em from a distance, peep me from afar
From the battle to the war, from the stage to the car
Up high like a star, like I'm riding on a cloud
Got my ice so bright, got the music real loud
Haters I crush them, still saying fuck them
Rolling on the right rim, kill em when the lights dim
Now these hoes crazy, losing they mind
When the crowd in the front, I'ma pull up on time
Showed up and showed out, baby I'm grinding
Stevie Wonder Ray Charles, lights sho' blinding

[Chorus]

[singing]
Oh-ooooh, she want, she want
She want, yeeeah
Tre V do it baby yeah, Tre V do it baby yeah
Uh, she she she she she want
Phenomenon, phenomenon

 

[fox69]

"Lov'd By Few Hated By Many"

"Lov'd By Few Hated By Many"


[Talking]
Young Don, it's been a long time man
Loved by few that's right, get your money man
Hated by so many, Southside C.M.G., one time

[Lil' Keke]
Made a lot of wrong turns, cause the road was dark
When the money all gone, it's just pride and heart
Understanding is the key, but niggaz don't understand
At the end of the day, my brother you're still a man
Smile for me, my homie smile for me
People acting like I owe em, and that's why to me
I got love for my boys, my niggaz we all grown
I can't kick it like I use to, my family is sitting home
I speak with the truth, it's foremost and formal
Welcome to my world, where the stress is normal
My life in trying to grind, is difficult I ain't lying
I don't know where I would be, without the weed sometimes
Respect my mind, and I'll respect your game
Keep it real in the field, my nigga I'll do the same
The grease on the ground, they waiting for me to fall
Just call it what you want, cause I can't please 'em all

[Hook x2]
I came from the bottom to get it, this what I got
I'm sticking to the plan my man, like it or not
Enemies with greed and foes, I got plenty
I'm loved by few, but hated by so many

[Lil' Keke]
You don't like me for this, you don't like me for that
They don't like me cause I'm rich, they don't like me cause I'm black what
It's my life, I can't change everyday
I done traveled so far, and it's still a long way
Sometimes keeping it real, will get you left behind
Sometimes keeping it real, will have you signed for time
Use to think for the streets, then react with my gun
Was a young black man, now I'm trying to raise one
The good die fast, the devil he work slow
How you gon hate a man, that you barely even know
I look the other way, turn my head
Instead, they'd rather see me broke or even dead
I ain't scared, even though the game is deep
Niggaz steady doing dirt, like the Lord asleep
I'ma sit back be me, and try to do what I do
Cause it's one thang for sho mayn, I'm loved by few

[Hook x2]

[Lil' Keke]
My loyalty is true, I'm trying to pull us through
But trying to be a rap star, ain't nothing easy to do
What you getting out your life, man it's all on you
And today's hustle game, it's just so brand new
Inhale exhale, grab the pen and paint it
Find a nitch in the game, you hold and maintain it
Mama fainted, she cried when she heard the news
Baby boy signed a deal, guess he paid his dues
For the spectators, it was sooner or later
Skater, don't cost you nothing to be a hater
I came from the bottom, but the bottom too crowded
Map to the top, packed up and rerouted
Fam on the line, so my blood is expected
Mash right pass, till you boys respect it
A seven figga nigga, all the way from a penny
I was loved by few, I was hated by many

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Love And Understood"
(feat. Billy Cook)

"Love And Understood"
(feat. Billy Cook)



[Billy Cook]
Whoa-oooh-ooh-ooooh
It's aaaaaall goooood, yeah

[Hook: Billy Cook]
The loving is understood
But I never thought, it would feel this good
The loving is understood
But I never thought, it would feel this good
But I never thought, it would feel this good

[Lil' Keke]
You've been hoping and wishing and waiting, for so long
Our love affair is finished, forgotten baby it's gone
We've been seeing eachother, I swear for some time
I told you everything, but you think that I'm still lying
My woman my kids my money, it's all there
My cards on the table, off jump it's in the air
You jazzy you thoed, that's cool it's all good
But keep it in your mind, that the loving is understood
Now how many thugs you know, that go hard
Sexuality, is whatever and don't bar
So get your slabs tight, while I get the raps right
I'll let you know tonight, while I'm sitting on the flight
Me and you together, now how long will it last
Cause I be making major moves, when it comes to my cash
You get your heart right, girl you know that you should
And I know you never thought, that it would feel this good

[Hook: Billy Cook]

[Lil' Keke]
Three in the morning we going hard, nonstop
I work it and hit it, I'm trying to sho hit the spot
I let you get on top, so I can rest my back
You doing everything I want, I know you like it like that
But when you wake up to go to work, you know I'm gon fa sho
Don't mean to treat you like a hoe, but I got places to go
Over here right there, you catching me everywhere
Riding with pretty women, with beautiful long hair
Let your next move be your best move, that's cool
The loving understood, but I'm still a damn fool
With the D to the O the N, you can't win
Your homie your lover your nigga, and your best friend
Daytime night time, it's the right time
Girl you looking fine, you got something on your mind
Since school days, talking back in the hood
And I know you never thought, that it would feel this good

[Hook: Billy Cook]

[Lil' Keke]
Look at us now, a whole year passed by
Can't believe girl, that you still looking fly
As you can see, I'm still locked in the game
Went from one mill to two mill, and five and change
Everything's alright, I got my nigga sitting tight
My family living good, just enjoying they life
Back to you suga, you know the lecture at hand
A little time done passed, but I'm still your man
Hop in the backdo', I'm a mack though take it slow
Let's lay it on the line, put it down on the flo'
Test for test chest for chest, you give it all you got girl
Nothing mo', nothing less
I love the way you love to love, a young G
You know I'm living wrong, but you got feelings for me
You gon keep yourself up forever, that's understood
But I know you never thought, that it would feel this good

[Hook: Billy Cook]

[Billy Cook]
I'm talking bout the loving, yeeeeeeeah-eeeah
I'm talking bout the loving, because it's all good
The loving, the loving, the loving, the loving
The loving, yeeeeah

 

[fox69]

"Love For Ya"
(feat. E.S.G., Slim Thug)

"Love For Ya"
(feat. E.S.G., Slim Thug)



[Talking:]
E.S.G. (huh), Lil' Keke the Don
Ha-ha, it's long overdue baby
(Huh, been waiting for the Southside
That swanging and banging, to put it down what)
Mr. Slim Thug, Northside Southside let's do this homie
(C.M.G. Boss Hogg Outlaws, we platinum in the ghetto tell em Ke)

[Lil' Keke:]
H-Town superstars, gotta walk that walk
Popped up on 22's, will make you squash that talk
In Texas a living legend, it just ain't my fault
If I see it and I want it, I just go to the vault
We some, city slickers
But these niggaz out of state, think we some shit kickers
You bring your nuts up on your guns, and just try to get us
But I ain't gon lie you fucking with some real mob figgas, I'm talking hard hitters
We out here stunting, while most of you niggaz faking and fronting
Slim Thug and E.S.G. and Lil' Ke, we paper for hunting
It's a hell of a ride, hell of a ride hell of a stroll
We ship it gold, so the paper can fold

[Hook:]
Have you ever met some thugs, that can ride like us
Cutting corners burning blocks, looking fly as us
Endo hydro, getting high as us
With a bad little broad, on the side of us
Cause we bouncing-bouncing, rolling up the strip
20 inches when I flip, looking good when I dip
And we be riding sliding, doing what we do
Northside Southside, we got love for you

[E.S.G.:]
Now hol' up hol' up, E.S.G. hit the do'
Say Ke, we ain't cooking 36 no mo'
I whipped eighty baby, I'm in the game forever
Represent it sold a million, independent together
I'm with the Young Don, Boss Hoggs in the do'
Working with a quarter mill, smelling like hydro
Look at the grill hoe, I spent sixty on ice
I'm at the Source Awards, looking like a disco light
Purple Sprite push white, FEDs starting to get curious
Act a fool like Ja Rule, move fast and furious
What you get when you mix, two of the Screwed Up Click
With the Boss of the North, standing bout 6"6'
Now this is it watch me spit, 16 from the heart
R.I.P. to DJ Screw, you was there from the start
Now on your mark get ready, playa roll up a ounce
Cause when the hook come in, drop your top gon bounce huh

[Hook]

[Slim Thug:]
It's H-Town dream team, ball more than a king
I guess it's in my bloodstream, to be about my green
A new face on the scene, I'm the rap game rookie
Trying to do some'ing new, I'm tired of cooking up cookies
We getting paid down here, living laid down here
Hit the club with bald fades, and braids down here
Slim E and Ke, we Texas best
We three hard young G's, that don't settle for less
You can't mess with the Tex, Boss Hogg on top
When I park at the club, my rims don't stop
They keep cutting, ten G's for these with the buttons
In a DTS strutting, I ain't want for nothing
From the bottom to the top, and I can't fail
I'm in a click about they mail, I know you can tell
We living swell, cause we got a lot of thangs to sell
I know the FEDs on my trail, but I'm giving em hell

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Make Em' Break It"
(feat. Baby, Juvenile, Turk)

"Make Em' Break It"
(feat. Baby, Juvenile, Turk)



[Lil' Keke]
Woody,Wodie,Woody,Wodie...

[Juvenile]
My nigga,my motherfuckin',my wodie-May'ron
My people like used to be runnin' with up in uptown
What I see now the game ain't for me to be in
So I'm pretend cause niggas can't (?) (?)
Now I'm pretend in the middle of the projects it stings
Cause niggas trippin' they really think that they could win
I ain't wit dat, I'ont even want em' around
I'm a 2x loser, one more time they go around me

[Baby (Lil' Keke)]
Wodie, platinum pieces increases
Nigga we the Denver Broncos of this rappin' season
Fuck dapters,Clappin season
Nigga wanna be a baller..playboy in nappy season
I'm the motherfuckin' shot caller
CMB be the reason we toting they heads makin' money
We cooking bacon,fuck the bullshit we money makin''
Bitch nigga daughter breakin'
Put yo money on the table playboy
You can't fake it (Wodie)
How we luv that?

[Metalic Voice]
(These are the Hot Boys if not they'll make it,shake it
These are the Hot Boys if not they'll take it,shake it
These are the Hot Boys if not they'll make it,shake it
These are the Hot Boys if not they'll make em,break it)

[Turk]
I just don't give a fuck either I live or I die
Until then I'm going all out and don't ask why
Untamed guerilla,hard head and don't listen,
Magnolia soldiers standing black two pistols by myself
When I come and get ya
When I'm full of that dope nigga,I'ma split ya
Lil' Turk bout gun play and any day nigga whatever
Light or daytime it really don't matter
I'm a Hot Boy fo' sho'
I'm bout' riding, I leave yo head bust nigga
When I start Firing

[Lil' Keke']
Wodie,Woody,Wodie
All the playas in th club-try to bounce to dis
Throw yo roley in the air-smoke an ounce to dis
Its Lil' Keke comission out so lonely CMG's
And now Cash Money,now u hoes feeeling me?
Its going now from Michi to Uptown wit clowns
Smoke a pound e-ve-ry these haters they buying out
When I come around ,I know a scene wit bassment
Strictly paper chasing
Indo we raising, for info we wrote it in pens wit green letters
With tha tasting its (?) Blue or Gold or better its whatever
Creeping the pen-a freestyle
Thats a block on fire wit Turk and Juvenile
If the gold is mine and Safaris hard don't you ever mistake
Lil' keke and the Hot Boys
We some worldwide players from the dirty south
Diamonds,Gametes and rocks all up in my eye
This fo' real-violence it takes,we get payed
And the drop-top Twista Rosa-Let the sun hit the face...nigga
Woody Wodie Woody.......

(Shake it mama
Shake it papi) [x4]

(This is Lil' Keke feature the Hot Boys,Hot Boys) [x8]

 

[fox69]

"Miss My Boyz"
(feat. Crys Wall)

"Miss My Boyz"
(feat. Crys Wall)



Ain't nothing in the world more expensive than free
It takes a whole lifetime to pay the cost of a G
My little homie done ten, but shit at least he alive
And all the niggas he came up with either dead or retired
And some inside, they still waiting parole
I pray my niggas hold they head where it's dark and cold
You can't win em all, that's what the old folks say
It's like trying to sweep leaves on a windy day
Take a look in the mirror cause it's all bout you
They say it's hard but it's fair, man it's sad but it's true
The first thing I learned was by adding and subtracting
You movie star niggas need to shol' quit acting
Bumps in the road I just used them for lessons
Getting a piece of mind, I considered them blessings
Ain't had a real clear thought up in a long time
It's a dark grind but a nigga still shine

I got a few homies gone and I miss my boys
We had a lot of good summers and I miss them toys
Is there heaven for a G, can a hustler make parole.
This fo' niggas in the streets steady loosing their soul [x2]

One mans lose is another mans gain
That's why you can't get trapped doing the same thing
Stop buying rims and cars just to feel betta
Cause the jewelry like to sin us niggas to foreva
Keep yo game tight like a bill cosby sweater
Put yo bread up, try to save all yo cheddar
U kno I miss my boys up in da summer time
I think about you everyday nigga I ain't lying.
We used to run like them getaway cars
Fast and hard tryna chase them broads
Seem like that nigga reggie ain't gone neva make parole
And I ain't seen my uncle since I was 12 yrs old
Screw died, Pat murderd Hawk got killed
I'm the last one left original that's real
Takes more than a song that's how I feel
So this is for my niggas that's trapped behind da steel

 

[fox69]

"Mix It Up"
(feat. Garcia, Kevo & Lyrical 187)

"Mix It Up"
(feat. Garcia, Kevo & Lyrical 187)



[Talking:]
Uh that's right, we back in the building nigga
Young Fever Presidential, 1-8-7 Presidential
H-A-Dub, courtesy of Ghetto Dreams nigga uh
We got diamonds, the size of you niggaz eyes this time
It's VS2 Clarion on this one, we bout to fuck the club up

[Hook: x2]
Go on mix it up (yeah), go on twist it up
If you in the club fucked up, holla (hell yeah)
I'm talking Henn and Hypnotic, hydro and chronic
Mugging a motherfucker, screaming (we don't care)

[Kevo:]
Hate me when I skate up to the club, with a bug on my wrist
Custom six overload, no Crys
I came to throw some bows and break a nose, where my bitches and sixes
I see you motherfuckers outside, whistling and tipsy
Bitch you bouncing with your mouth wide, and mix on your kidneys
I'm worser than Ike and Bobby, beating Tina and Whitney
I hold three X and dro, feeling oh so woozy
Popped a bag of broad at the bar, and gon bruise it
Who party like we do shit, nobody
My niggaz in the club, from Saturday to Friday
Bum rush the bar, trample over feet
And to you niggaz play it sweet, or get put to sleep
You gotta love it, when these niggaz play corporate
Until that metal open up they chest, and they stop just forfeit
You don't want this desert eagle, in your face
And act like that drank on that bar, nigga stay in your place and

[Hook x2]

[Lyrical 187:]
I'ma fall up in the place, with my mug twisted up
Straight shots of Henny, plenty hoes wanna fuck
Bitch niggaz around me, with they nuts swolled up
This new nigga on the block, got your spot sewed up
1-8-7 the Lyrical Presidential, high roll
Put that diamond in your tooth, on the flo' (hell yeah)
We tear the club up, niggaz throw your thug up
Bitches show your thong, acting like you scared take your ass home
I'm fucked up off dro and drank, calling niggaz to the bank
Seeing how many gon ride, I see the panic in they eyes
You don't want no problems dog, I just came to chill with y'all
Show you how real niggaz ball, they don't give a fuck
Three way pimp action, after hour in the Clutch
Slut chasing in the parking lot, dodging the butts
1-8-7, Young Fever and the H-A-Dub-K
Presidential, Ghetto Dreams and them boys don't play

[Hook x2]

[H.A.W.K.:]
I'm at the club fucked up, in my pick-up truck
Fresh dressed, looking like a million bucks
I hit the dutch, then climb out the truck
Old school Chucks, walking with a gangsta strut
You can swear that I'm playing, for the Stanley Cup
I'm so iced up, just missing the hockey puck
I'm sipping on Hypnotic, feeling pshycotic
Good weed I got it, trying to see who bought it
Girls getting erotic, shaking ass and tits
They see a playa in the mix, so they jump on dick
Them girls so slick, with that famous rhyme
I ain't a groupie, I don't do this all the time
Lil' mama stop lying, cause I could really care less
I'm really not impressed, and all I want is sex
So baby what's next, are you going my way
Another notch on the belt, for the H-A-W-K

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"Mr. D.J."
(feat. Z-Ro)

"Mr. D.J."
(feat. Z-Ro)



[Lil' Keke]
It's all gravy, we don't stop cause baby we keep rocking
Cause baby we keep rocking
We don't stop cause baby we keep rocking
Cause baby we keep rocking

[Chorus x2: Z-Ro]
This is for the radio Mr. D.J.
Me and the heavy rotation all damn day
Mechanical boys is what the way to make a living
Looking for love so turn it up and keep it spinning

[Lil' Keke]
I'm the ghetto superstar from the city of H-Town
Rugged smile to this prepare to bow down
I thank the lord for giving a slice of the pie
Cause that's the M-O the N-E and don't ask Y
It might be different time zones connections and situations
But what would this world be without a heavy rotation
I turn it up, ain't this a bitch, Hot 96
97-9, I'ma shine count down on time
I'm in your city and state, and in your hood
In your face once again forever it's understood
State to station, and we wrecking the radio
We cooking the airwaves to Don and Z-Ro

[Z-Ro]
Too many haters be offending me
I'm not gone let them get to me, Z-Ro forever meant to be
So cold I'm a igloo cool up as hot as a fire
And ain't gone never retire, stay active like a live wire
One of the Southside soldier from across the bricks to boulder
We gone get you if we owe you, again I already told you
Ready to roll the real, giving us something they gone feel baby
No rotation but minorities blame me daily maybe
I just might not stop because we keep on rocking
Might be drought season round here but see we keep on clocking
We done got our hands dirty now we resting them down
Radio friendly got the whole listening now

[Chorus x2]

[Lil' Keke]
Went gold in two weeks, I'm on a spinless spree
Cause it's R-E-S-P-E-C-T for Lil Ke
Now to garuntee, with the more satisfaction
Sipping, smoking relaxing a player stay maxing
What's happening, they want to hear it back to back
For the pimps in the back still dig us they push lacs
For the niggas riding benz, the thugs that flip trucks
Double deuces on them thangs popped up with new bump
This the episode, where CMG crawling down
Niggas clear the road, this whole thang gone explode
Now do it live, and all the lyrics I be spitting it be Texas pride
You know it's world wide, so won't you keep it crunk
And energy bring it back but you can put this in your trunk
The radio ain't play enough you know that's what they want
And give it up, on the game, and I just don't, and I just won't nigga

[Lil' Keke]
We don't stop cause baby we keep rocking
Cause baby we keep rocking
We don't stop cause baby we keep rocking
Cause baby we keep rocking

[Chorus]

[Z-Ro]
Turn it up and keep it spinning till you kissing baby
Personal time it turn to grind so I'm busy daily
Out of my mind trying to shine like the sun in the sky
It's just because I want attention when I'm sliding by
Medium heavy guess I'm ready to rotate like skittles
The album Z-Ro up in this game, punk I'm not a beginner
I'm a veteran, exceteran ain't stopping a head rush
When I'm letting my lead bust, you getting your head bust
Verbally rappers don't worry me I'm holding my own
Like a drug when I steal them leave them fuck high and stoned
That boy Z-Ro and Lil Ke, we be working the mouth piece
When I throw this focus from up north they down to south east
Mo City and Hershewood we hooked up to get paid
Flipping a target dropping the musical bomb rolling deflate
Is it the payola that they looking for
Trying to keep me in the kitchen rather see me selling dope

[Chorus x2]