Keep It P (feat. Jay Rza, Jcreep & Russ Coson) - Dj Sonz

Fuck, yeah, I guess I I guess I could stop, a lot of people would probably stop But I love this too much, man I got too much I'm trying to do From the morning I wake up I start packing all my stuff Tell the homies, tell the family I gotta keep on going From the morning I wake up I start packing all my stuff Tell the homies, tell the family I gotta keep on going I don't know what day it is I don't know what month it is I can't love a girl because I'm way too much in love with this Different states, different countries Crossing different continents Self-beliefs my diving board I'm swimming in accomplishments Haven't slept since '06 Main focus is stay focused Santorini wine tasting plus I'm off Amalfi coasting And took my mom with me because without her there'd be none of this I think she'd agree, she probably needs a brand new bucket list Eating off my dreams, I'm my personal chef Seven women in one night, that's just my personal best Sent 110 to the family, sent 15 to my homies so I don't feel bad about my chain on my Rollie though Approach you with assumptions, I promise that you know nothing My family legs got cut off from my bank account, keeps on jumping So I, keep on going This bigger than me, that's just the day one ambition in me Real one, yeah From the morning I wake up I start packing all my stuff Tell the homies, tell the family I gotta keep on going From the morning I wake up I start packing all my stuff Tell the homies, tell the family I gotta keep on going Yeah, niggas saying all my bars high They can't follow mine, tryna chase me like a jaw line Shine like a gold mine so my bottom line grow four times in a week Got a gold mind and it's go time, I got no time for the weak This week been show time after show time, still finding my peak Don't know what day it is, now, don't know what month it is Trying to hold my girl down, I'm sure I love her more than this "Now, Bassy why you always missing?" "Bassy, baby on a mission" So we gon' love cause haters rampant Put that cancer on remission Listen, followed my passion that led me to purpose Took me so long just to find out my worth I went from knee deep to beneath the surface, beneath the surface (beneath that) Living above my lows, I'm living above my lows The show sell out, but the boy won't And God got us, these hoes don't I dropped the hottest shit in '16 and they still sleeping I'm just finna do that shit again, it's off of everybody head You ain't gotta give me mine, nah nigga, pay me every fuckin' cent I'ma let the squad handle all the rest and God gon' handle whatever left And From the morning I wake up I start packing all my stuff Tell the homies, tell the family I gotta keep on going From the morning I wake up I start packing all my stuff Tell the homies, tell the family I gotta keep on going I keep on going, keep on going, keep on going, keep on going, keep on going I keep on going, keep on going, keep on going, keep on going, keep on going

Ay, ay [Incomprehensible] Ay man, what is it man? Who own the record man? Man, who the hell are you man? Walkin' up on me man, lookin' like you so broke, man If it cost three cents to shit, you'd have to throw up You know who own the record Man, why don't you sit your ignorant ass down, man and listen So is it my turn again? Yeah, nigga it's yours Oh, I done kick a funky verse for the P-funk? Of course Well, count down nigga to end for these fakers Bet we hit this time and we fade no takers Who thought the funk was despondent out the Westside Not be along for the ride but it's only for the trees That's right, so peep the shot And if I get it hot, baby, I'ma rock the twat 'Cus ain't no party like a party in the Penthouse suite And you know how we do it, baby, yo Tree So if the mack of the smack brings fear To them perpetrators right, when they was cowards right from the very start Pretendin' theys the ones that true But pimp who is they foolin'? Not me or you Fools confused, thinkin' we's on a decline 'Cus we kicks the P's and tell 'em about the funk this time Nothing has changed (Nothing has) Got to have the funk Nothing has changed (Nothing has) Got to have the funk Nothing has changed (Nothing has) Got to have the funk Nothing has changed (Nothing has) Got to have the funk Comin' at that ass again, it don't stop Bust a lean in yo 64 shift, take a hop to the top Where the hustlas hang out Endo remains to sprout, [Incomprehensible] knows what I'm talking about And gets host from my block to your neighborhood Tell 'em Quik, when you know it's back to no good I wish you would 'cus I'm true to this gangsta shit Now take a Tic Tac and bust 'em like a hoe in the hood, bitch Took my endz ho They say it's never enough you know I gots to have mo' but I'ma shake the spot infact I just jacked his trick and his fo' so I can crack-a-lack And straight P-funk anytime It's only right you peeped the rhyme, I got to take mine Check yo ass with the shit that stank 'Cus 2-Tone came to the game, ain't a damn thang changed Nothing has changed (Nothing has) Got to have the funk Nothing has changed (Nothing has) Got to have the funk Nothing has changed (Nothing has) Got to have the funk Nothing has changed (Nothing has) Got to have the funk It's the 1 to the 9 with the 9 to the 4 When I thought you knew the drill but you still don't hear me though Kam and Watts up, from The Grass Roots No daisy duke shit, knockin' crazy ass boots Nigga please, we kick it like G'z Puttin' down work when I lurk don't even sneeze, fuck the Goldies That's just the Eastside way of getting chips When your raise up chillin' with the dogs and the rips New cars get tagged, ridas get wrecked Niggas caps get peeled back and chins get checked Don't expect no love, boy, no apology Kids ain't fallin' for yo child psychology In 9 and 4, mindin' yo business is the best bitch Screamin',? Watts riot?, we ain't even made a mess yet Ya shouldn't speak with a weak heart You got to finish everything you start And ain't a damn thang changed Nothing has changed (Nothing has) Got to have the funk Nothing has changed (Nothing has) Got to have the funk Nothing has changed (Nothing has) Got to have the funk Nothing has changed (Nothing has) Got to have the funk Now niggas transform like deceptive cons We'll slice your ass up like Jeffrey Don Quik drop bombs on the P-funk tip Even though a nigga rap, you'll still get that ass whipped Please don't slip, ain't a damn than changed Numb yo ass up like some nova cane Have you all fucked up like you smoked some loot Hi-C still sippin' pussy like soup We got Kam, Hamm, New D and Quik And me myself, Mista Big Dick No I might not know which bitch that I want But I know on thing, I got to have the funk From ya speaker and not from ya ass 'Cus some of y'all bitches just won't take baths Hand picked niggas, just can't me tang 'Cus we true to the game and ain't a damn thang changed Nothing has changed (Nothing has) Got to have the funk Nothing has changed (Nothing has) Got to have the funk Nothing has changed (Nothing has) Got to have the funk Nothing has changed (Nothing has) Got to have the funk Can ya tell me? Who that nigga flipped? Goddamn muthafucka, it's the Gangsta D Kickin' shit for these niggas and all these bad necks 'Cus I got the dope shit for each and every set, next Up on line, it's that black ass K I could never switch it for ya 'cus I'm still the same way Me and D can flip the shit, kick down a funky flow We represent the P-Funk, you know what it stand for Now back up in yo ass again, it's mista Quik and I clown I got the shit that shake 'em down Break 'em down, take 'em down and now that I'm Chillin' with niggas mista 2-Tone, 2nd II None Playa Hamm and Kam well, goddamn Doin' it like we do it, ain't nuttin' but trues to it Rollin' with the funky 'P', I thought you knew it 'Cus it's nothin' but the best for the trues from the West Side 'Cus ain't nuttin' changed and you know that's right Yeah, this is General Jeff, bringin' up the rear Lettin' ya know we representin' With a all-start line up for that ass, peep this out We got Quik, 2nd II None, Hi-C, Playa Hamm 2-Tone and that nigga Kam If that don't move your ass, I don't know what will But no matter what, you gots to keep the P in it That's mandatory, baby 'cus ain't nuttin' changed

Yeah, CHOMP 2 (La música de Harry Fraud) Yeah, yeah, yeah Rappin' over Harry Fraud I'm in the Ghost, you can't scare me off Y'all movin' fairly odd like Wanda and Cosmo, I bought Gianna a condo Some rappers order some beef with me then got caught with a combo I knew my purpose, school ain't workin', I'm too determined I killed my family's bills like Uma Thurman Universe in synch with me, this is how I picture me I'm a legend, this ain't Zelda, models tryna link with me Ain't nobody pinchin' me, I live a dream life, knew it would be life Ever since I gave myself the green light My life's a movie, guess I screenwrite Ghost don't only come out Halloween nights Couple homies Blood but I got my momma seaside Sippin' margaritas, it's DIEMON, it's hard to beat us I gave the world the keys, my cars are keyless, as far as Jesus Ask my supporters, some of them think I'm Him Sometimes it's joints and Tequila, sometimes it's blunts with the gin Jumpin' in, the pool of pure potentiality Be one with your spirit, that's how you transcend reality You might be a star but I'm the galaxy, my circle's at capacity They bribe you to forget your dreams, they just call it a salary I'm on the balcony lookin' at ocean waves She wanna wrestle in the sheets, I feel like Roman Reigns, uh You don't notice change if you don't move, me, I've broken loose Always saw the silver linin', I might choose a golden goose, true I did everything I said I would and then some (Yeah) Put my money where my mouth was and I said somethin' Spend somethin' Now I'm on top of the world and I ain't comin' down Now I'm on top of the world and I ain't comin' down Now I'm on top of the world, oh-oh, oh (Uh-huh) Entirely off the record The messiahs of society quietly walk with lepers And when they plug into the Matrix The babies have dreams of makin' love on a spaceship You can hear atheists cries in the sub when the bass hit The way that God brung me up from nothin' was quite miraculous The way I navigated the Headless Horsemen and Draculas Was otherworldly, the whites of my eyes is mother pearly The technique I use when I speak has covered it surely I resurrected from a shallow burial covered in glory The Christ on his bride-like throne go hovering before me When I cook the children of the book, they love and adore me The Grim Reaper would love to lay a sickle and shovel before me But alas, victory's in my clutches just like the Dutches On top of the world like Russ is, only God can judge us From Genesis to Revelation, we at war with the Satan Tryna raise a nation and begin his second creation I did everything said I would and then some (Yeah) Put my money where my mouth was and I said somethin' Spend somethin' Now I'm on top of the world and I ain't comin' down Now I'm on top of the world and I ain't comin' down Now I'm on top of the world, oh-oh, oh