Keep'n On lyrics - Salaam Remi & Joell Ortiz
(Ayy, yo, Joell
Let them know what's really goin' on)
Yeah, yeah, check, uh
I been nice since twenty-five cent Icees
On the low everybody wish they rhymed just like me
Before I got engaged, I had like five, six wifeys
An apartment in the cut where they would ride dick nicely
I'd send 'em to the Chinese to buy shit nightly
Tell 'em extra hot sauce 'cause I liked my shit spicy
Fast forward to these wings on my i8
And I just left China, had a show on July 8th
That's life full circle
My whole team eat, I got a tight, full circle
The type who'll hurt you but don't look scary
Too near me? The hooks vary
You clearly won't see it coming
Phones out, the world see you running
But beef corny, I done went vegan
Enjoying this green, eating
I sweep my street, no more street sweeping
But every now and then, I give these beats beatings
Just to remind you that Joell Ortiz gon' keep keepin' on
Yeah, yeah, keepin' on
Yeah, yeah, uh, check
I played the benches in the trenches
Where hustle man would sell you anything under his trenches
One time he sold us wrenches
We opened up the pump and tried to drench this
One nigga, he spun around and fired at us senseless
We hopping over fences, son got grazed in his neck
Try to wet the wrong nigga, get wet..
I learned respect that day
'80s baby, used to hate the Bradys
My father figure was some hardheaded nigga that used to sell 380's
Four and better on the dice, plastic cup with ice
I got a dub, I beat the deuce twice, your arm too light
Random, I'll never win a food fight
I can't throw grub
I went to bed hungry a few nights, that's true life
Most the shit I do writes 'bout things that I ain't do right
I glorify some shit that I regret, and that's what you like
But all of it ain't your fault, sometimes it's therapeutic
And talking 'bout the stupid shit I did be sounding stupid over rough music
Timbs look harder once you add a couple scuffs to it
Dirty some shit, I'm always up to it
I 'member when subs and tweeters used to knock trunks
And six to eight C or D batteries made your box bump
Keepin' on
Uh
I walk up in the mall like, yo, I can shop all night
But I'll just take this Yankee hat from Lids, pair of raw Nikes
Maybe them number 4 Mikes
I cruise through the avenues where booze turn feuds into murder
Your rep is everything, can't be the dude we never heard of
'Cause bitches don't fuck them niggas
They don't scrape they knees on project roofs just to suck them niggas
I crumbled drug money but ironed my outfits
Never pleaded fifths, was first to pull out fifths
A fifth of Henny and some good marijuana
Had me feeling extra good while I pushed Tijuana through the hood
Used to yearn for a whip with a sunroof
Just bought my kids a crib, put skylights in my son roof
A lot of stories, but they all lead to one truth
Talk your shit, but yo, nobody is gun proof
Mattress on the floor, I used to lay out and stretch
Tissue top of the cassette, 'bout to tape this new Stretch
Things ringing outside, I hope my niggas ain't stretched
God bless
Keepin' on
Shake Dat Je'llo lyrics - Salaam Remi & Joell Ortiz
Shake it, shake it, baby, come on now
Shake it, shake it, baby, ooh, ooh
Shake it, shake it, baby, come on now
Shake it, shake it, baby, ooh, ooh
Shake it, shake it, baby, come on now
Shake it, shake it, baby, ooh, ooh
Shake it, shake it, baby, come on now
Shake it, shake it, baby, ooh, ooh
Come on shake that Jell-O
Baby, let me see you move that Jell-O
Ooh, so soft, that Jell-O
Sometimes I wanna bite that Jell-O
Bounce that Jell-O, bounce it
And wiggle you outfit
I'll come climb that mountain
Look all around at all this Jell-O
What they put in that Jell-O?
No, no, no, that's not pudding, that's Jell-O
You can't tell the difference from Jell-O?
Hello, Jell-O
Look how it wiggle
Come on, be nice and give me a little
Aight, let me smack that Jell-O
I not rough, I tap that Jell-O
I lie, I attack that Jell-O
Back, back, back, back, back that Jell-O
There's nothing sweeter than Jell-O
Mida, por favor dame Jell-O
The way you bend over
Look over you shoulder
And Jell-O get closer
Makes mi cobra say hola
Jell-O, Jell-O
Mmh, no snack like Jell-O
You panty get swallowed by Jell-O
I lost, I just follow the Jell-O
Hah, I like waist and Jell-O
Give me everything, do not waste the Jell-O
Can't replace the Jell-O
Mami, mami, make it Jell-O
Mami, mami, make it Jell-O
Mami, mami, make it Jell-O
Mami, mami, make it Jell-O
Come on, shake that Jell-O
Shake it, shake it, baby, come on now
Shake it, shake it, baby, ooh, ooh
Shake it, shake it, baby, come on now
Shake it, shake it, baby, ooh, ooh
Mmh, what's you favorite Jell-O?
So many different flavor Jell-O
What kind of Jell-O do you want?
I like the one, you see Jell-O from the front
Don't tease me with Jell-O
Stay here, don't leave with the Jell-O
Rotate that Jell-O
We hungry, donate that Jell-O
Up, down, Jell-O
Left, right, Jell-O
Don't hold back, show the Jell-O
A nice big bowl of that Jell-O, woah
I don't think they ready for the Jell-O, no
They cannot handle the Jell-O, no
I always ready for the Jell-O, yo
I got my hands on the Jell-O, woah
Jell-O
Jell-O
Jell-O
Jell-O
Shake it, shake it, baby, come on now
Shake it, shake it, baby, ooh, ooh
Shake it, shake it, baby, come on now
Shake it, shake it, baby, ooh, ooh
It's me, Chacho
Taking over for the 2019, the 2020
You suckers
Box Talk lyrics - Salaam Remi & Joell Ortiz
Box talk...
Box talk...
Let this shit go around once
You nah' mean? Let it do its due diligence
Check (Yaowa)
I should get my liquor license, I'm just out here with bars
Lied when I said I'm from Mars, I'm actually from far, another quasar
But hey, y'all, let's not go AWOL
I'm built for every war
No metaphor said before can describe shit like this
Slight twitch, I might just
Go in the booth and turn up every mic switch
To frequencies of high pitch
Communicate with the beat 'til you take a defeat
I'll RuPaul you in your hood, drag your name through the streets
Nothin' sweet, catch diabetes seizures staring at heat
That I keep up under the fleece stuffed with London geese
Ovengold turkey and cheese, bag of Funyuns, jeez
Can a nigga eat what he wanna eat?
I ain't sexy, I'm street
Fuck bitches with my Timbs on my feet
And a toothpick in my teeth while we listen to Sheek
I tried to fuck Cherokee, she just ain't get in the Jeep
When it come to digging these freaks
I pass out and pass gas
Basically I do this shit in my sleep
The pussy good, you get a kiss on the cheek
And then a kiss on the cheek
Back to business went from rags to riches
Got rich and threw the rag back on my head after the bread, let's get it
I blame Brooklyn for the vulgar talk and shoulder walk
Watch them cars, drive-bys is like a motor sport
Shout out to my downtown niggas who literally hold the Fort
Might slight over to Barclays and parlay
At 40/40 with the .40 on me, I know the security
My jewelry ain't too gaudy, but niggas is corny
Sometimes you got make examples and add to your story
Every legend that I know went through to hell to get glory
I want the DeLorean parked near my 740
I'm stressed, jogging in the park at like 7:40
My oldest son said he sexing his shorty
Told him I don't want no episodes of Maury
Cover your Ortiz up
And don't be laying up with fourteen sluts
With fifteen hundred dollar butts from DR, be smart
But if he anything like me, he'll be a fucking retard
You know the apple never falls too far
I fucked every apple bottom that came too close
Oh, this the second time you came? You gross
I got a love-hate relationship with squirters
I love to see it happen, hate I gotta change the curtains
And my comforter, but some of 'em is worth it, wet
Box talk...
Box talk...
Brooklyn What lyrics - Salaam Remi & Joell Ortiz
What?
Brooklyn, what?
Brooklyn, what?
(Ayy, son, come here for a second
Come here, don't move)
Brooklyn, what?
Brooklyn, what?
(Yaowa)
Let me hold that chain, I'll be right back
Yeah, it's like that
Don't have this fifth liftin' your Nike hat
I push your shit to a city bike rack
Brooklyn, somebody tell the city I'm back (He's back)
Back in the booth with the drugs
That bag ain't right, you know I don't do the clubs (No way)
My niggas do the mask, no gloves
Revolvers, them shells come back home with us
We don't do too much of that chit-chat
Don't get killed for that bitch, I just hit that
Lil' homie, she a dub, y'all can fix that
Rolex green Sub' on the wrist wrap
A nigga feelin' good, got the blurry
I'm in here tryna dub on the ugly women
I bought the last bottles, y'all ante up
I ain't felt like this since "Ante Up"
Brooklyn, what?
Brooklyn, what?
Brooklyn, what?
Brooklyn, what? (Check)
Shit switch once we hit the scene
This whole shit a movie, and trust me I know how to make a scene
I'm spinning everything in my jeans (What else?)
Pour little alpha, my homies in the gangster lean
We gon' party in they honor, shake it harder, lil' mama
I don't wanna be alone, I got this room around the corner
With the sauna, we could burn some marijuana and fuck
But for now I got the waitress holdin' sparklers up (Ayy)
Homie, here's a suggestion, stay in your section
My niggas love to pop and you just got they attention
I know it's loud in here but I'ma need you to listen
You too turned up, don't turn up missing
Now back to you, shawty, heard you said they corny
All them niggas actin' funny over there (Say what?)
But nah, don't diss him 'cause his pieces ain't hit
Shit, all the real money over here
Brooklyn, what?...
Cant Stop Wont Stop lyrics - Salaam Remi & Joell Ortiz
Uh
Can't stop, won't stop, new whip, old block
Pick up new bitches, front on old thots, my door locked
Windows tinted but they know who in it
But I'll be gone in sixty seconds, blew your New York minute
You had a run, now you're finished, your shoe box diminished
Your nine probably rusty, got like two slugs in it
My hitters spin the block, they gon' spin the whole block
We throw bricks in the tub and spin back the whole block 'til it's rock
The type of time I'm on, I got this
Lookouts watch for cops, I just cop new watches
Bands in my pockets, boy, the knots obnoxious
Diddy Bop in the spot as I cop Cirocs
Is homegirl tryna inch her way here?
She whispered, "Where I know you from?" I told her, "Everywhere"
Glasses in the air, boy, let's toast to the official
And please no issues, you know they let us in with pistols, nigga
Yeah, and you can't stop
Yeah, and you won't stop
Yeah, and you can't stop
Yeah, and you won't stop
Can't stop, won't stop, new whip, old block
Tell these new kids that I let fours pop, a dome shot
Put your thoughts on that block where you trap
They'll find braids in the store near that lottery rack
Everybody ain't for the grind, but me? This is mine
Never had any pets, but my dog food a nine
Down to your last dime, I'm not the one you try to line
I know where you get a cut, they won't have nothin' to line
Flick it up one time and send letters to the mountains
To them black hoody niggas who was peddling the mountains
We had TEC's on the Treks, turn your chest into a fountain
Then clap the nigga next to you for shouting
And ride off subtle, like I ain't just done it
Leave you there in a puddle, staring up at nothin'
I never started trouble, but I don't run from it
I just confront it and my AK keep it one hundred
Yeah, and you can't stop
Yeah, and you won't stop
Yeah, and you can't stop
Yeah, and you won't stop (Uh)
Can't stop, won't stop, new whip, old block
Turn this shit all the way up to your trunk knock the blood clot
I'm looking 'round, these niggas must've forgot
Alright, alright, I let you niggas eat enough on my block
Daddy's home, I showed up in my slippers
These bitches that you cuffing, I fuck 'em through my zipper
You smoking blunts with her, she shotty in the whip
I'm smokin blunts dolo with the shotty in the whip
No, I ain't dripping sauce, this a whole different cloth
Sound like 9/11 when I dip off in the Porsche
Keep somethin' in the glove, but the glove won't fit, of course
My attorneys go to war, I disrespect the law
I'll disrespect your face with this razor, let it pour
Open up your cheek, they'll see your teeth through your jaw
I keep the tools with me, I'm a handyman for sure
Sometimes you gotta fix a nigga up 'til he's no more, blah
Yeah, and you can't stop
Yeah, and you won't stop
Yeah, and you can't stop
Yeah, and you won't stop
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