Keep On - Dwele, Slum Village

I, I’m stuck in love with you

I can’t bend these pimping rules

No more than I been flexing them

Buddy love, Spandexing and if you ain’t know

I play by rules an I’m ma keep on

At least that the plan but if you keep on

I might be forced to leave game alone

(You hot like fire)

It hurts to the touch

You burning pimp my game

(I'm avoiding)

Long talks on the phone

'Cause you might have me gone

My lady, if you keep on

(On, on, on, on)

Moving your hips right, my lover, keep on

Smacking your lips right, my lover, keep on

Calling me papi, my lover, keep on

Thinking 'bout me, my lover, keep on

Rocking Prada, my lover, keep on

Working it out ma, my lover, keep on

Doing your damn thing, my lover, keep on

Making me sing this song about you

No captain save her, my moor dawdle goings

The genie in a bottle, lucky sevens that hit the solid coins

That’s all I was, tipping my frame, had a different dip or a dame

Trip over game till they fall in love, had pretty women kiss the ring

Pecking the kicks, bet I’m convinced

I’m everything they wished and dreamed

You was more than just a fish on string

Earned a crown that was fit for queens, you a fix for feens

Know what I mean?

Got a dude sick to spleen

Type a girl that could pose for king

(Listen, listen)

You got a body let me pick your brain

Get with dude, get this fame

Ditch your man, shake that lame

Come and take exotic trips

And exclusive whips with the premium bang

Hitting the autobahn, got us shifting lanes

Swear to God, just keep doing your thing

Just

(My lover, keep on)

Keep on

Got me in love with you, I’m telling me

All the things you can do for me

To bring my change when you buy my money

I cop the range and now you ride with me

You doing things that make me wanna keep the range

Parked outside when the sun’s high

And I love the range but I can’t lie

(You've got me higher)

Than I’ve ever been with any other woman

(I'm resigning)

Form this pimp game

Might see this pimping change if you keep on

(On, on, on, on)

Moving your hips right, my lover, keep on

Smacking your lips right, my lover, keep on

Calling me papi, my lover, keep on

Thinking 'bout me, my lover, keep on

Rocking Prada, my lover, keep on

Working it out ma, my lover, keep on

Doing your damn thing, my lover, keep on

Making me sing this song about you

You got me from them things you do

Baby, when you do what you do, when you put it on me

You’ve got me finding myself going crazy

I’m on my way to leaving this game alone if you keep on

Moving your hips right, smacking your lips right

Calling me papi, thinking 'bout me

Rocking prada working it out, ma

Doing your damn thing making me sing this song about you