Keep on Goin' (Remix) - Petey Pablo & Rasheeda

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

Hey, Venus Oh, Venus Venus, if you will Please send a little girl for me to thrill A girl who wants my kisses and my arms A girl with all the charms of you Venus, make her fair A lovely girl with sunlight in her hair And take the brightest stars up in the skies And place them in her eyes for me Venus, goddess of love what you are Surely the things I ask Can't be too great a task Venus, if you do I promise that I always will be true I'll give her all the love I have to give As long as we both shall live Venus, if you do I promise that I always will be true I'll give her all the love I have to give As long as we both shall live Hey, Venus Oh, Venus Make my wish come true

((Petey)) Man holla at ya dog Petey Petey hey yall hey yall Carolina bird dog, still got my shirt off Still reppin' for convicts in Sing-sing to Burgaw Still rockin' with T-T-Timbaland uh-uh uh-uh I got a different role, different stroll Impose, every nigga in here tryin' best to fuck with Petey hoes I got em by the boat load, dark skin to pink-toes Li'l bitty to big hoe, nineteen to forty-fo' I got some 1965 pantyhose Still in the plastic bag now tell me I ain't a macaroni Jerome Jerome to Don Corleone Petey Petey the pussy beater I suck em, fuck em, send em home I gets my thug on, weekends I get me club on, we been So many hotels boy I ought to buy my own Petey-ott, Petey swiss, Petey inn, Petey I (Petey I) MAN WE DID IT AGAIN ((Chorus)) I I I I I I I I I I I I Got them girls Got them thangs Got them guns Got them stunts uh, I said I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I Got them girls Got them thangs Got them guns Got them stunts uh, I said I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I Got them girls Got them thangs Got them stunts uh, I said I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I Got them thangs Got them guns Got them stunts uh, ((Petey)) P-P-Pardon me dog Its the gitchie from the gitchie bar Its really a tittie bar but I ain't got no license for it I got the what they want Plenty H, plenty O Plenty guns, plenty bows Muthafucka chew ya road You ain't never seen this before But when this shit drop, all she wrote International playa (yay ah) D-D-Deah ya go All they want is that Timbaland and Petey Pablo Now watch me ball, da-dunna-dunna Rims spinnin', 20's on all the cars, da-dunna-dunna Every time we hit em they different broads, da-dunna-dunna Now yall ain't ready I'm the jumping in the Jumping Jack Flash You don't hear the way ya disc jumpin' across the track Nigga I'm a jumpin' ass Fist stomp I know you mad But ain't too much you can do bout that Cause I'll make em stop the track Tighten my belt and whoop y'all ass Y'all niggas gon' understand why niggas don't wanna drop shit this year Five and five equals ten Petey Pab Timbaland is all it is ((Chorus)) ((Petey)) I'm the quicker picker-upper Crazy soda can crusher River, rock path, mobile home Country muthafucka Rep the dirty like a car commercial You ain't heard it pitch Like the smell in the pasture, I'm the Cacky-lacky shit Tr-Tr-Trash talkin' som'bitch Trust me man I ain't the one to get mad at Petey Pab got a bag of vats And a gat if it come to that So nigga-nigga don't act like that, playin' Get a nigga smacked like that, I'm sayin' Get a nigga wig pushed back, DAMN Timbaland where ya at ((Timbaland)) In a 18-wheeler blowin' my horn-horn Granddad in the field pickin beans and corn-corn Mama never saw that a star was born-born Mama said star go mow that lawn-lawn I said its hot as hell a nigga need some lemonade Bump it its 2000 a nigga needs some Minute Maid Go head and act up get cut with this switch blade Nigga you better pay attention what the hook say Aah ((Chorus))