Keep It Rollin'
Lyrics
Aiyyo swing, swing, swing, to chop, chop, chop Yo that's the sound when MC's get mopped Don't come around town without the hip in your hop 'Cause when the s**t hits the fan, that a**'ll get droppedfull lyrics...
Features Of This Song
east coast rap rootsr&b influences
danceable beats
syncopated beats
sparse beats
swingin' beats
jazzy samples
ambiguous lyrics
the use of chordal patterning
a bumpin' kick sound
an acoustic bass riff
the heavy use of R&B samples
subtle use of electric keys
a dry recording sound
lyrics by a rap icon
production by a famous producer
These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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"I love you, you love me" Is a whole bunch of beats and a Blass full of ass I'm uptown chillin', takin' in this grand master Vic blend Back to you MC's, this is what you're gonna get Your crew don't want it and your crew don't want it People love the Dawg like the kids love Barney MC's don't have no winds, MC's don't have no winds Songwriters: John E Davis, E Mcdaniels, Paul Mitchell, Ali Shaheed Muhammed, Malik Izaak Taylor But if you feel you can swing it, then money please bring it Queens represent, buy the album when I drop it, drop it Eff with for the rest of my life" yeah, yeah now check the method Back down to London, Sweden and Brazil From the projects, the PJ's, fuck them two DJ's I hope you like Malboro, Paul you know we thorough like Denver So respect yourself Son, and come and gimme love So chill with the beef money, we got a Jetti I stay on your crew like Mario Lemieux, peace to Ike Love Funk monkey, one rapper fell off, now he's a junkie Aiyyo swing, swing, swing, to chop, chop, chop The beat feels like a never-ender but all things good must I'll have you left without a job, like Isley from The Love Boat Filled up the hole like spackle or I mean putty On the country once again here to win Large Professor in the house, you know how we do I'm up in the gulley, that's when I am her bBuddy Don't fuck with the skins if she's trying to act shitty Self mission, I had her in the ill position I hope you get it, as I stand, grip this mic inside my hand 'Cause when the shit hits the fan, that ass'll get dropped A bachelor, lookin' for a bachlelorette Do a U.S. tour for three months and then a chill Extra P hooked the beat, and kids it feels luh-huh-ovely A first degree burn from my man Ken's cigarette Saying, "Large youse the soul brother that I'd like to But the only thing I ask when I return from my task C'mon take it easy wouldya, easy, easy And the rest of the crew, I meet you guys in front the cleaners Don't come around town without the hip in your hop There's 8 Million Stories in the city, it's a pity So move back yaself dread, you know the element Yo Ras slow your roll I'm 'bout to bag this here's metal Boy I smack you up, like I was your old grand Yo that's the sound when MC's get mopped MC's wanna attack me but them punks can't cope When we over joints like this we never cruddy Thanks for your support, aiyyo I'll be home soon Whassup kids? The AB is speaking from the moon The Tribe is good for your health like a can of nutriment Shout to the guru, primo and Zulu Zulu Publishers: EMI APRIL MUSIC INC., THE LARGE PROFESSOR MUSIC LTD, UNIVERSAL MUSIC - Z TUNES LLC. The shorty Phife Dawg is your favorite MC It's Extra P and yo Tip I'm 'bout to set it So money watch your mouth, or I might have to bust ya Bring the blunts and the brew so Styles be fat like Jackie Gleason, the rest be Art Carney Once again the Ab is who you think of My fist stands firm because I'm, black and solid As I proceed with what you need like Akinyele I open up your pores like a plate full of collards Nation, was on a vacation, in the ghetto So I won't sweat it, drop the C's for the youthful crew Battlin MC's, from JFK to Russia She told me pull her hair, I did, it drove her nutty Rapper Nas on topic, seems we're gonna rock it Check it out, 'cause my conception is immaculate I flips you crazier than a busload of Jerry's Kids A whip looks complete when the tires say Firelli


