keep it comin´ þarký sözü

smokin´ up an l
might kill a brain cell
but i might as well
i´m on a highway to hell
sometimes i feel doomed,
totally consumed
by an eerie feelin´
i hear pigs squealin´
soldiers of fortune
are torchin´ huts
the girls on them tvs
are shakin´ their butts
i´m hyperventilatin´
i might be hallucinatin´
yo i got a chill
i´m feelin´ sort of ill
i´m goin´ mad
but aren´t ya glad
ya used dial
i´m goin out like style

chorus

uh and ya don´t quit
yeah, keep it comin´
and ya don´t stop
they say
uh and ya don´t quit

i got complexes
ya can´t figure out
my dad said
"he´s a bum, kick the nigger out"
my head´s fucked up
but i lucked up
and got a hit record
now i´m well respected
i can go places i never went before
i still dress the same
so it must be my name
i can´t deal
with who´s real and who´s not
who treated me the same
when my record wasn´t hot
they said i couldn´t eat too
so i put my cake down
i think i´m having a breakdown

chorus

it´s not paranoia
i got something for ya
it´s made of chrome
and it´ll burst you dome
no joke my gun´ll
blow a fuckin´ tunnel
right through your body
free john gotti
i´ll leave with your hotty
and i´ll take her home
lay her down on her back
and i´ll make her moan

chorus

uh and ya don´t quit
yeah, keep me cummin´
and ya don´t stop
soul assasins and ya don´t stop
funkdoobie and ya don´t stop
cypress hill and ya don´t stop
house of pain and ya don´t stop
soul assasins and ya don´t stop