Proof, J Dilla - Keep It On The Low lyrics
[Proof, J Dilla - Keep It On The Low lyrics]
Know I'm the streets
You see me hanging with the hood dwellers
Mister pimp hanging with the good
Fellows in the neighborhood
It could the wallers
Things is getting smaller
From this 20, get over it's hard
I used to know a nigga from back in the gat
He steady with the shit, whilerap man
It ain't no time to slap walk
Now try and hungerwest chillin backboards
The real niggas look the skills
Know the deal that's the way we pack mills
To make a fuckin livin
Around the way oh, I strive to be famous
You wanna hear some shit
Put your ear upon my anus
I take you to places that
You never been before
You wanna chill but you
Still gonn be hardcore
Legends of the same race minds
Why waste time
Niggas wanna put 9's on they waist line
Define my time, inside my mind
I got freestyle for day
So I make dope, they came in to my domain
So remember my sign is ill
But I try to keep it on the real
Come to the hood but still
Keep it on the go, the go, go
Keep it on a down low
Keep it on the go, the go, go
Keep it on a down low
You gotta keep it, keep it
Keep it on the go, the go, go
Keep it on a down low
Keep it on the go, the go, go
Keep it on a down low
Hey yo, do you through the same thang daily
Getting plaid by your lady
Have a baby on the bakely
And I'm my brother's keeper
I'm the only nigga in the hood
Not distracted by a zebra
So around the way they all callin
With the same type of thangs
Shooting at the gas man, unload the gun
Found chopped up in the trash can
Niggas don't understand
The way the master plan
The way the genocide, but I hop in my mercide
All the to kill another brother
In the summer
My mind is getting run over by the numbers
And that's the way it is on the real
I look at the hood, come through but still
Keep it on the go, the go, go
Keep it on a down low
Keep it on the go, the go, go
Keep it on a down low
Hey yo, my hood, my home, little man pack
Now she watch the back, bend over
Leave a mess
My niggas from the day, need to smack this
Smack me up for a buck
Nothing but a crack head
Ever it was a hotty, and put aids in her body
So now our little baby gonna grow up sick
Catch a cold and die help yourself
You see me hanging with the hood dwellers
Mister pimp hanging with the good
Fellows in the neighborhood
It could the wallers
Things is getting smaller
From this 20, get over it's hard
I used to know a nigga from back in the gat
He steady with the shit, whilerap man
It ain't no time to slap walk
Now try and hungerwest chillin backboards
The real niggas look the skills
Know the deal that's the way we pack mills
To make a fuckin livin
Around the way oh, I strive to be famous
You wanna hear some shit
Put your ear upon my anus
I take you to places that
You never been before
You wanna chill but you
Still gonn be hardcore
Legends of the same race minds
Why waste time
Niggas wanna put 9's on they waist line
Define my time, inside my mind
I got freestyle for day
So I make dope, they came in to my domain
So remember my sign is ill
But I try to keep it on the real
Come to the hood but still
Keep it on the go, the go, go
Keep it on a down low
Keep it on the go, the go, go
Keep it on a down low
You gotta keep it, keep it
Keep it on the go, the go, go
Keep it on a down low
Keep it on the go, the go, go
Keep it on a down low
Hey yo, do you through the same thang daily
Getting plaid by your lady
Have a baby on the bakely
And I'm my brother's keeper
I'm the only nigga in the hood
Not distracted by a zebra
So around the way they all callin
With the same type of thangs
Shooting at the gas man, unload the gun
Found chopped up in the trash can
Niggas don't understand
The way the master plan
The way the genocide, but I hop in my mercide
All the to kill another brother
In the summer
My mind is getting run over by the numbers
And that's the way it is on the real
I look at the hood, come through but still
Keep it on the go, the go, go
Keep it on a down low
Keep it on the go, the go, go
Keep it on a down low
Hey yo, my hood, my home, little man pack
Now she watch the back, bend over
Leave a mess
My niggas from the day, need to smack this
Smack me up for a buck
Nothing but a crack head
Ever it was a hotty, and put aids in her body
So now our little baby gonna grow up sick
Catch a cold and die help yourself