Keepin' the Faith
Jody got a cat but she won't let it out Oh tough luck, cause it makes Jack pout Waiting on the wins he moves to the next Searching for the cheese, looking for the text In the Big Blue in search of the skins Grinning and laughing, laughing and grinning Padlock Jody got the whole scene played No knockin' boots till she's 14K'd Diamond in the back, sunroof top Waiting for the credit card so she can go and shop Jack plays the back, just knockin' other socks Cause now in the hood he's (Johnny the Fox) Till one ring came, Jody blew a spark Found about Jody round the corner in the park Flipping like a dipstick, hip to the news Practicing the range, bellowing the blues Jack rolls the carpet in, swift like a skate "Yo, Jody, yo, gotta go, got a date" Padlock Jody's screaming "Wait, wait, wait!" "Don't worry, hon," he replies, "I'm keepin' the faith" I'll never do the baseball with you again Yo, I'll never do the baseball with you Cause your hoochie-coo was so smooth Was it such a sin to let, let me in? Hooked by your ever-so-shyness Want that bush, heard you're from Flatbush Ran after ya, caught ya Brought ya to Long Island, stylin' for a while In my hut, I was on a cut for a peck A silly Greg Peck You tried to play me new, Plug One you disconnect I'd try to touch your hair (You would say no) Yo, I'd try to touch your hair (You would say no) Is is cause you want my financial flaunt? First you gotta please me, nice and easy But I guess you want that in reverse So I stand Plug First can see We got a serious block Turn the other way, ooh what do I spot? A hoopin' Hey Love whose scent left a trace Had a stash in her pocket with a body that's safe Ball to the eight, now you wanna swing? Forget the rap, yo, Black Sheep, sing (You're banned, you're banned) (You're banned, honey dip, you're banned) (You're banned) Yo, you're banned Ya banned by the preacher man You played yourself a stew Now to me you step, never mind love The faith is being kept Now remember 'bout Padlock Jody, here's the fact Jack little wick but she was acting wack Jack wanna lay but laying ain't exact For the past four or five she was banned by the pack Hip to the witness, putting on a plan No money, no more Puddy Tat for the man Jack knows that honey means playing a game Only wanna bowl, got nabbed for the fame Claude Van Damme (God damn) Sam was the man that you planned to command Nothing new about a neighborhood You know what? Padlock Jody wanna cut Jack's thinking cap, make mine into a pack "Yo, here's 20, 40, 60, pay me back" Conscience appears, "Yo Jack, what you doing?" "You play the cold while honey here's cooling?" "You don't have to if you don't want to!" "You don't have to if you don't want to!" So he begins with the ring, ring, ring "Hey Judy girl, how ya doin' Seen you with another man, what you doing? Screwing? Ooh, shame on you! What, you can't wait For the big bait? Well, I'mma tell you straight Honey child, I'm keepin' the faith!"
Written by: PAUL E. HUSTON, M ADAMS, S ARRINGTON, M HICKS, DAVID J. JOLICOEUR, T LOCKETT, BOB MARLEY, VINCENT MASON, KELVIN MERCER, ROD TEMPERTON, R TURNER, D WEBSTER, S YOUNG
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