Lyrics:
in effect, like Keith don't Sweat
Don't need to break necks just to gets my respect
I stay smooth, until you try to get on my rough side
(what side)
There was a time whem I could work all day long
Yes, I could work and sweat in the noon day sun
But nowadays I know that those days are long, long
with the jam!
Sit back, relax, niggaz and watch me kick it
Don't flex, in my pocketbook I pack a biscuit
I blow your ass out (click click booyaka)
in the vicinity
The proximity, the Glocksimity, we on Yosemite Sam
Bam, bam your body drop, Van Damme, karate chop
The Beretta's a better competitor
back to the B
Put your face in my cheeks
Make eye contact, it do something to me
When you put the tip in, know I like when you tease
Leaving
couldn't move me to the league from the sandlot
But when your records do slap
And you gotta be the one to pull yourself up by your own boot straps
Then
must've been worn
Wit ten of my dusted friends I, I get up in you like Keith Murray
Make your whole crew shit stew beef curry in a hurry
Make
get all low, high again you jones
Twisting convulsing, overdosing, skin turns pale
Writhing in sweat, moribund death comes for you
Slicing your wrist
When I look in your eyes I see me
When I look in your eyes I see me
Let me conversate to you for a minute
Yo, see I never was one too fond
at his neck
Mad bait gotta burn this flee tech
Smoke just sing kinda sounding like Keith Sweat
Name me a block I ain’t been on
From knee height fam know
[keith]
Yo Jacky, this Keith.
It's the answering machine
I left the keys under the rug
There's some meat up in the closet
If you goin through it
Turn it up, turn it up!
Can you feel the buzz? Feel it in your love (yeah)
Can you feel the buzz? (Uh) Feel it in your love (metaphor, that's
Vibes I feel embracing
Come from high the tenshi gave it
Free my mind no complications
Come and claim it
We collide
In meditation
Be my eye and I
Merecedes wrecked, in the Mobil
That's on the real deal, your credit's off, how you feel?
Give me my meat back, now think back, you sing on four-track
robbin' your crib with the Mack-10
With my nigga E-Dub, causin' troub', murder ya like O.J.
with the fuckin' same glove...
(Keith Murray)
a check
Big stones got your bitch wet
I can't take that
I got big checks
Yeah I'm try hard, bitch I'm Big Sweat
Watch me dance on your bitch like i'm Keith
Yo rock, cue me in
We, got, that, funk
Murray's, packed, with funk (you need to know)
We, got, the funk for yo' ass (let's go)
[Keith Murray]
for my ancestors sweat
Sweat, sweat
The world see him coming out our eyes while benefiting on our slow demise
Hypnotized by the token prize Falling for
Coupe got the missing roof, your boo came up missing too
Poof, I just stoled your boo, now ooh, she gon' eat the crew
Bread up in the gang, you
cream hitting me in my chest
I'm minding my business I leveled up lil bitch You can walk from here
I'm minding my business
Im dangling by the balls God
and took Charles Ferguson
And open fire on any trains now
You may never know who's in your shadow
You punk ass niggaz just best stay shallow
Drippin offa your forehead, rollin down to new mexico
You're caught in a bid troop, you thought you was flexible
X-able, montreal expos
Hypodermic you
ironic that niggas try to rhyme behind me
The supersonic Def Squad MC
Get bird's eye view
And don't miss the crispiest nigga in the nucleus
With
bending me too far
I've got to leave love behind
No more tears, only sweat in my eyes
Make me sweat
And I'll be your Juliet
Make me sweat
And I'll be
I'll
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