DJ JD (Jeff Platt) - Keep it 100 lyrics

DJ J.D on the beat, you know what it is Round 2, this that sh** you just err, you put in the CD player on the way to re-up Go get your weed or your coke, whatever, you know what I'm saying This one's for U-City, St. Louis, South Side I see you, Kirkwood I see you All my homies down in the zoo, down in old Mis, down in Regis up in Denver This that real sh**, Keep it 100 Chyup, and here we go (Chorus x2) See anything you did, I done-done it I always speak the truth, from the bottom of my stomach See I was once told as a youngin by my cousin, to keep it 100 (keep it, keep it 100) See these rappers these days, they don't keep it 100 Never got caught with white, never been to the dungeon Not one song, one track, have I ever fronted Kanye West a** b**hes, homie you can't tell me nothing I don't live in the hood, no I don't clap-heat I'll make the call to Italy, have you tied in the back seat And you never had them essays in your back seat Cruisin through the Jungle bout to buy a f**ing half key You don't belive me, check my big bro, ask T Both us combined, probably 4 thousand last week Runnin this b**h like an athlete, at track meets All these other guys are just liars, if you ask me I'm real as a motherf**er, you can check my rap sheet Tell a b**h I'm Cherfin, and she's like what does that mean It's when you roll 10 blunts, then start relaxing And this is for you little peasants that keep asking (Chorus x2) See anything you did, I done-done it I always speak the truth, from the bottom of my stomach See I was once told as a youngin by my cousin, to keep it 100 (keep it, keep it 100) DJ J.D, also go by Jeff Platt Got so many records, they about to call me Jeff Plaques White Nikes, Thousand Dollar Jeans, New Mesh Hat Makin these Thousand Dollar Beats, it's what I'm best at What the f** you think we smoke 20 blunts of weed for You selling Nick's and Dimes, what you rapping bout a key fo Thousand Dollar bottles, Naked b**hes on the sea-shore I don't carry guns, but I'll slap you with my keyboard Champagne so bubbly, Purple weed tasty I always tell the truth, man these other guys are faking Los gets the Dough and makes the f**ing pastries I just kick back, making beats up in my bakery Fruity Loop wrappers, yeah I hope you get the best of it Talking bout your cousin money, man that sh**'s irrelevant All the things I've done homie, bet you have never did Me and Los in the lab, a song in 10 seconds b**h (Chorus x2) See anything you did, I done-done it I always speak the truth, from the bottom of my stomach See I was once told as a youngin by my cousin, to keep it 100 (keep it, keep it 100) And where I was born, I swear to God you couldn't handle it You either work the docks, become a chef, or sell h**n I hop off that ship, it's St.Louis , Straight Hustler And year by year, watch you b**hes be my customers I smoke more than mufflers, Why would I ever lie? Age 16, tenth hour, my pocket, b**h I never lie Big guns, a lot of ammo, yeah several guys That's the mob on deck, homie if you ever try Cocaine, E-Pills, Marijuana on deck Keep it 100 b**h, I never lie on track All the b**hes like why you spend money on that? Cos I'm the type of dude, who spends your rent money on hats Call me Young Train b**h, I always stay on track Still spendin old money, got them extra long stacks From St.Louis, homie where we say Dirty and Dodi All I got to say is Motherf**er Police We gonna keep it 100 It's keepin me runnin Number one, never fallin And we never gonna go away Keep it 100 Never be stallin Stoppin for nothing Were gonna go all the way Were gonna go all the way Grindin all night and day From the truth we'll never stray Keep it 100 everyday (Chorus x2) See anything you did, I done-done it I always speak the truth, from the bottom of my stomach See I was once told as a youngin by my cousin, to keep it 100 (keep it, keep it 100)