Keep on '99

It's about forty degrees out there I know all you out there listenin' to these sounds Humpin' and a bumpin' out in your Jeeps Well ahh you tell 'em Moe That's right and right now we're gonna hit you off With one from Redman and uhh it's about uhh Well ooh ohh ahh ahh he's gon' let the monkey out Ha Chi Town in it Yo yo-why-yo-yo Now first of all I be the Doc smokin' blocks of hash Alert your fag ass commissioner when I harass because Hood regulation is, no infiltration If it's hot to your crew, then it's hot to the next patient I'm in The Bricks like backspins on the mix I'm not a playa, but y'all hatin' me like I'm a pimp These cars y'all talk about, the Doc already whipped You bout to go downtown bitch, like Tha Shiznit Overseas bangin' cot in the parkin' lot I'm overdosin' in a Amsterdam coffee shop And when you lust for hardcore music to bust Trust that nigga who bubble mo' than Alka-Seltzer Cold Plus Static, niggaz actin' all dramatic I'd rather smoke cabbage, in the chair gettin' tatted My P.O. tried to violate me for the habit Because I walked in the office rockin' straight karats [Chorus] Gonna ride in the hoop' with a freak tonight Hope to God I don't have to pull the heat tonight But uhh, light up a L cause I'm a nigga fo' life Hustlers, got the shit that'll keep you high! "Gently place the balls, into the mouth, and hum" "Gently place the balls, into the mouth, and hum" Yo, I'm in your local ghetto rollin' a Corona Deluxe Bitch you better hit the forty, fuck a margarita! Shit I still scam change out the parkin' meter And get a bunch of pussies wet overfloodin' peanuts Yes, smoke a quarter-sacks, hut one two My cerebral will keep the white boys sniffin' glue Hotter than Champagne Rump Shaker Part II Get dap like the Mad Rapper, "Who da fuck are you?" The Loaded Desperado, I'm cooler than Rollo (Aiyyo, what you hittin' Doc?) I'm hittin' hoes up in the Tahoe Gettin' chickens fightin' in the back of the Apollo Say, "Fuck dat!" if I'm a tough act to follow ("Fuck dat!!!") Disagree I bring the beef gyro Only right I spiral the hot shit that I know Then buy a six shot Eclipse with plastic grips And get a gangsta bitch who love robbin' shit! [Chorus] It don't stop y'all, it don't stop nigga You don't stop y'all, it don't stop nigga I turn an independent woman back into a hoochie Make a Jew rock a Dashiki and a Kufi I be the, Nutty Professor, style aggressor Put rappers under pressure, with no cooker Rock it to a T. like Booker, you're straight shook up I can't hang with pussy niggaz who be scared as hell to push up Too much money and, not enough time It be, too many thugs and not enough nines Hey hoe, here come five-oh, stash the blow Stop suckin' on my dick and slide on your Kenneth Coles And every time we look around them niggaz on my block Aiyyo them Def Squad motherfuckers keeps it hot [Chorus: x2]