Intro:



Aha , y'nahmean?

Word up, just wanna bring em to it real

Real rugged like, uhh, man

Make me feel like i'm method out and all that, y'nahmean?

Go diggin, uhh check it



I bring the butter, huh

Make you wanna creep up on one another, huh

I'm mad sharp like a box cutter, huh

I got the fam rollin like brothers, huh

We in the mecca, moey, rollie glistenin

Rainin on niggas so bad they think it's drizzlin

Ground zero funk track it's mega

Doin wild damage to your arm, legga legga

Who's that? the bawla, the player, the mister with the techniques

Pumpin blends, creepin up the backstreets

Throw your rocks up high and let em gleam

It's the uncle what? uncle l makes a wild scene

And i be blowin all the rookies out the frame

And they be knowin uncle's flowin in the game

Queens to uptown i'm gettin down for my crown

When you see me comin thru just gimme a pound

And say....



Yeah

I'm bout to wet it up, get it up

Take a track, drape it in jewels and set it up

I'm so nasty with mines, i warm it up like raw liquor

Dime pieces throw it at me like a free picker

I'm open, i let the funk soak in

I taste like an eighth, ya freeze and start chokin

Yeah son i'm all up in ya mix

Ya callin in your clique, i'm bawlin wit'cha trick

Golden rocks fallin off my neck and wrists

When i breeze by, you be groovin in the midst

Of my cycle, every move i make is vital

Crucial, official, brothers sayin "l we miss you"

Much love to all the shooby doobies and cliques

While you're bawlin in the coupe you know i had to get the six

Get your swerve on boo, chill wit me

Get me, i want the cream, baby hit me



Now take it to the bridge



Bridge:



(keep it comin baby)

(keep it comin baby)

(keep it comin baby)

(keep it comin baby) keep on

*repeat x3*



Somebody tell me the way i keep comin up

Funk runnin up and mad spots is blowin up

It gets hot when i manifest melodies

Beatin niggas all in their heads, so what you tellin me?

Get your drink on, throw you mink on

Let your head nod, stick it out, that's what i'm talkin bout

I got ya deep deep down inside my mixture

Swervin curbs, servin as i fixed ya

Formulated and combinated, the people congregated

You frontin for nothin, your crew is overrated

And i'ma take it on down to the am

Keep the drama flowin til the party cave in

Uhh, i get you open, baby come and get a fix

Yo, that's word to mother i be droppin mad shit

Let's organise, bounce together for real son

Trick a little though, sip a little moe, peace one



Outro:



(keep it comin baby) keep it goin baby

(keep it comin baby) keep it goin baby

(keep it comin baby) keep it goin baby

(keep it comin baby) keep on

*repeat x4*




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