Lyrics:
the world tries to keep me down (when the world tryna keep me down)
And there's nobody else around (and there's nobody else around)
Keep it real, can you
five and dime
One of the boys in Eddie's band took a shine to Rita's hands
So Eddie ran off with the bass man's wife
Oh, but he was back by June,
only here on loan
It's by bread alone
You're livin'
Call this livin'
In this jingle jangle jungle we call home.
I live in a jingle jangle jungle
That good kind (ah)
Imma make you work for it (Imma make you work for it)
Imma make you work (hey)
What you about five five
You don't work no nine
with me, playboy
Keep low or it's murda she wrote, pussy nigga
I gotta keep it cookin', 'cause the streets still hot for a shooking
Plus, my late pops
boy's goin' left on niggas
And them hoes too it's me
That nigga who ain't never got caught
My mic is wounded
I'ma test it with a touch of salt
Keep a book
the verbal ham
Well, excuse me, I gotta add my two cents in
Don't be alarmed, the rhyme was condensed in
A matter of minutes so it must be told
All that
mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes sell 'em straight to you
All that shit niggas talking just cant be real
I dont need a record deal, I need
your heart can't deny it)
You gotta show what's real
Keep on pushin' love
(Every man, woman, every boy & girl)
(Let your love lite shine)
(Make a better
you got five on she ain't doin' her thang
(Come on, you know you need to)
Slow doww-ow-ow-own, young girl
Keep it real hon', got to keep it real hon'
Dr.Dre on the Chronic
Tell him how real he is or how high I am
Or how I would kill for him for him to know it
I cried plenty tears, my daddy got a bad
and destroyin' crews.
Nothin' but a see big party (twelve until)
See I'm the daddy of the mack and at the top
Of world I chill keep real, my feela' work
me?
I'm gonna throw my date book over the fence
And buy me one for five or ten cents
I'll keep it 'til it's old and covered with age
And write
Fox Brown yeah, Jay-Z, what
I keep it fresher than the next, bitch
No need for you to ever sweat the next bitch
With speed, I make the best
Bitch see
papa
All about June in the Orpheum circuit
Give me a chance, I know I can work it, uhh, what a dream
And it was just as real as could be, papa
Well
(Let the BandPlay)
Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
Okay
Ayy
Cash out if I want it (for real, though)
The money got blood all on it (for
it all goes by real quick
You can't buy happiness
But you can buy dirt"
Before you get caught on that ladder
Let me tell you what it's all about
dollar bill y'all
Make the homies rob and steal, kid for real y'all
It takes money to buy that TV set
It takes money to place that casino bet
It
To all my homies working on the 9 to 5
And doing right to keep themselves up out of trouble
Keep'n it real
Although sometimes I know it seems impossible
the fence gonna get another for five or ten cents
I'll keep it till it's covered with age cause I'm writin' your name on every page
Hey hey good lookin'
anywhere
And when her old man comes to call
He'll find her waiting like a lonesome queen
'Cause when she's by his side
It's such a change from her old
scattered everywhere
And when her old man comes to call,
He'll find her waiting like a lonesome queen.
'Cause when she's by his side
It's such a change
real out here to be scared (sacred)
A real nigga gon' do whatever he has to
A man is the last thing you should fear (fear)
It ain't considered a crime
And find me one for five or ten cents
I'll keep it till it's covered with age
'Cause I'm writin' your name
Down on every page
Say hey good lookin', whatcha
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