chorus] Keep it up, keep it up Finish me with a touch Cause I got no regrets, no regrets, i'm a lush And I found that it?s better to live With incentive
Translation: Danger: Radio. Keep It Up.
your freakin' blunt This how we gon' do it, so pay attention to the rules Women in sexy gear, draws down and no shoes That's why we keep it live, 'cuz we keep
, don't you wish you could scratch it And grab it like you want it The name fits 'cause your all up on it Get mad if you want, I won't front When it'
it back in perspective Beat up shit with a dash of the peppers Get blast for ya necklace Leave ya brains on the dash in ya Lexus We up in the club, dash
Yeah! Come on! What it is? It's the P-L-A -N-E-T R-O-C-K Kweli, B-K S E-L A- V I You could tell I be Hell a free like college radio W Q H T gonna play
Tellin' Question to keep it, goin' What I'm doin', I'm not really knowin' But umm, to me see it sounds oh-and-kay'n (It sounds okay) Layin', to the sounds
it says that we, can't come to the phone And I know it makes no sense, 'cuz you walked out the door But it's the only way I hear your voice anymore (It
Don't you wish you could scratch it And grab it like you want it The name fits cause your all up on it Get mad if you want, I won't front When it's
slip Into a trance, mind going slow Didn't wanna curse so they'll pump it on the radio Called up Banks on the GTE mobil Well, it's about 9:00, yo, Ant
chains Wake up, wake up, wake up! Get out that slave mentality, mayn! If it's vain, he gots to be vein They hear it on the radio (Radio-radio) And then
grand central station. I looked up at the board: there it was -- 'last train to niagara 1:15': I just had to get on it. I had to get up there and find
's keep on trying Baby, you're gonna miss me When the radio comes 'round to my time When the radio comes on, so long When the radio comes on, you were
it before and I'll say it again We got just enough fire to keep it burning Just neough dream to never give up hope Just neough love to last forever We keep
stars We go, dang, diddy, dang, didang, didang, diggy, diggy Dang, diddy, dang, didang, didang, diggy, diggy Dang, diddy, dang, didang, didang, diggy, diggy Dang, diddy, dang
And were backing up Tell the DJ he can back it up You got me feeling it up to the ceilling Were ready to kill it It coulda been a sweet dream or
Got my rear view attached with some duct tape Keep yo' knee right there I'm tryna keep that glove compartment closed playa The seatbelt don't work, just tie it
