Keep On (feat. Kevin McCall) - MAJOR.

Am I going crazy? ooh Cause you're looking at me crazy, yeah Is it cause you got a past? Is it cause you done been around Is it cause you got ass? And I really wanna take you down Is it cause you a hustler, and you get it how you get it Big man you can't deal with it Now they looking at me crazy oh Now they looking at me crazy, oh ah Cause I go so hard for my baby, ohh I wish a nigga would try to play me For my lady, now they looking at me crazy Cause I spend this money Just to keep you looking good Doing good things for me Damn they never understood You was down for me, when none of them was around Can't tell me nothing now Now they looking at me crazy (oh) Now they looking at me crazy, oh ah (ooohaa) Cause I go so hard for my baby, oooh I wish a nigga would try to play me For my lady, now they looking at me crazy Either you're cross sided or you're looking at me sideways (sideways) She stole my heart so I guess that mean crime pays (crime pays) Love is a 2 way street, not a highway(no no) Yeah you got all, but I got a fianc (oh yeah) Hey, I'm just speaking on some real shit (real shit *2) Treated like the first lady on some michelle shit (michelle shit) I need a girl that I can chill with (chill with) Cause all the sexing [?] true affection, get off real quick (real quick) So I guess you see me around,(hey) They say misery loves company, but 3 is a crowd (3 is a crowd) I'm on some grown man shit, no boys allowed (no boys allowed) They seen me put it down so now they looking at me crazy Now they looking at me crazy oooooh woooOOh, so crazy Cause I go so hard for my baby, for my baby (I go so haaard) I wish a nigga would try to play me, try to play me, oh my god Now they looking at me crazy, crazy, yeah yeah Now they looking at me crazy, crazy, yeah yeah yeaaah Cause I go so hard for my baby Don't worry about a thing, no, no Girl I got you I'm a teach you how to love Oh yeah, Now they looking at me crazy.

3 in the morning You know I'm horny So why don't you come over my place Put a smile on my face Leaving the club Shawty hurry up So we can this party started Take off your clothes, now You already know what time it is Reach up in the dresser where the condoms is Baby, when I get it, I'll never let it go Gonna take it slow We ain't gon stop 'til 9 AM If you can't take it all, baby say when Make you come over and over again And I'ma leave it in When we do it, all night We can do it, all night Girl I'ma give it to you, all night So fly girl Don't you be on that bullshit, all night Don't you be on that bullshit, all night Don't you be on that bullshit, all night So fly girl Now there is one of two things that can happen at this time of the hour So baby after we get out of the shower You can race me to the bed Turn off all the lights and light some candles instead Woah, yeah I can hear your body calling, baby Ohh, yeah We gon' get freaky You know, darling You know what time it is, get it in I'ma do it all We ain't gon' stop 'til 9 AM If you can't take it all, baby say when Make you come over and over again And Imma leave it in When we do it, all night We can do it, all night Girl I'ma give it to you, all night So fly girl Don't you be on that BS, all night Don't you be on that BS, all night Don't you be on that BS, all night So fly girl We can do it all, all night girl We can do it all, all night girl We can do it all, all night girl We can do it all, all night baby, all night yeah All night We can do it, all night Girl I'ma give it to you, all night So fly girl Don't you be on that BS, all night Don't you be on that BS, all night Don't you be on that BS, all night So fly girl Don't you be on that BS, yeah, yeah Don't you be on that BS, yeah, yeah Don't you be on that BS, yeah, yeah Hey, hey When you leavin' the club, I just want u to come over girl Oooh na na naaa, naaaohhh

Well, interstate 80, we was cuttin' the fog Just me an' old Sloan (old Sloan's my dog) We had an eighteen-wheeler with ten on the floor and stereo layin' a strip Now we spied a sign, says eat gas now We decided to whip in and pick up some chow At the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' cafe Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' (a-lookin' for mavis) Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' cafe Now we've been every place between here and south Sioux And we've seen us a truck-stop waitress or two But this gal's built like a burlap bag full of bobcats She's got it together Well, she filled my tank; I said thank you, honey Her name was Mavis, I gave her the money Old Sloan just set there, watchin' and waggin' and wishin' I says, you wait in the truck, boy Then I went inside. she says, what'll it be? I says a cup of your best and a number three She come back with an order to go and a quart of hot c and a bone for Sloan I said, much obliged; old sloan gave a bark I left her a buck and he left his heart At the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' cafe Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' cafe Well, Saturday night we was truckin' along Yeah, me and old Sloan was a-gettin' it on I said, Sloan, I've been thinkin' on a-gettin' up my courage, and tonight's the night Well, I popped the clutch, gave the tranny a spin Took the Beebee town ramp and slid on in To the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' cafe Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' (it never closes) Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' cafe Well, I got me a stool, took a load off my shoes Made mavis an offer that she couldn't refuse I says, how'd ya like to go for a ride with me and old Sloan? I just had my truck washed She allowed as how it sounded like a whole lot of fun But we was gonna have ta wait until the dishes was done And was it all right with me if she brought along her mother as a chaperone? I said, why not? Well, we geared that tranny into super-low And the four of us went to see a picture show Yeah, I took 'em to the drive-in theater over by Pisgah, to see true grit Saw the late, late show; old Sloan hit the sack And then along about two o'clock, I hauled 'em all back To the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' cafe Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' cafe (eight stools and a promise) Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' Oh, the old home filler-up an' keep on a-truckin' cafe (they got a real nice place there)

Got dogs on the chains don't let em get loose Sippin rich man juice thats a fo and a deuce All my cars ain't got no roof And I plead not guilty they ain't got no proof Look in my closet I ain't got no suits Two thousand dollar shirt, four thousand dollar boots Broke ass nigga ain't got no clue I'm so rich I could buy yo troops Gucci going broke? You a god damn fool Bitch so bad I'mma put her through school These rap niggas dont move like me When I move hundred y'all niggas gone move You can run up but what it gon' prove? Gucci Mane put you on the god damn news Whole lotta ice and buncha tattoos If ya choose me baby than ya know ya cain't lose Baby got that fat back, and that's that Pocket got them fat stacks, and that's that Pull up in a whats that, and that's that Worth a million bust that, and that's that (If its my show than the club packed, and that's that) (And ya might not get yo bitch back, and that's that) (Yeah I'm smokin' on that loud pack, and that's that) (That's dro-oh-oh) Gotta bitch so bad, look ya give her note pad Write it down on the book cause the bitch so bad Front seat of the jag and her boyfriend mad Sliding down South Beach with the Georgia tag Swag so bad she'll ignore yo ass Bossed up bitch employ yo ass Red bottom heels and they match her bag And she ridin' round the city just droppin' off swag Real fat ass, do you got a man? I gotta ask I gotta ask Hunned yard dash for the cash I threw And my car so fast I'll lose yo ass Ho so bad that she got you blinded Kill her with kindness ya buyin her diamonds Oh my I like the way you bend Bitch so fine I'mma move her in Hold up stop man damn I'm trippin' Last thing I need to do is move that bitch in Game work good, and real soon What can I say baby I'mma tycoon Gucci Mane I ain't finna jump no broom But tell ya girlfriend she can jump in too Whole lotta ice and bunch of tattoos If ya choose me baby then ya know ya cain't lose Baby got that fat back, and that's that Pocket got them fat stacks, and that's that Pull up in a whats that, and that's that Worth a million bust that, and that's that (If its my show than the club packed, and that's that) (And ya might not get yo bitch back, and that's that) (Yeah I'm smokin' on that loud pack, and that's that) (That's dro-oh-oh)