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Yeah.. keep it real.. and keep it going.. 'Ah yes yes y'all, ah keep on hah Ah keep on, to the break of dawn' One, two, three, UH! [Chorus] I keep it going, I keep it going, I keep it going, yeh, yeh I keep it going, I keep it going, I keep it going, yeh, yeh {repeat Chorus} [Doug E. Fresh] Check this out, yo When I'm on stage and we start rockin People feel the vibes and it's on when the hip-hop, come through your speakers 'Who's in the house tonight?' I need you to let me know where the party's at And I'll make the whole place look like dat And I'm gonna get things hype And I know we can bounce all night So just pump your fists in the air and repeat, these words you hear, c'mon Songtexte[Chorus] [Doug E. Fresh] Uhh, uhh, yo! The true funk rhythm, I knew that would get 'em out on the floor once it's felt through the system And this type of bounce is hype but smooth Shim Sham heard it and said it's the move And it's a hip-hop song thing, keepin it strong thing Uhh, I don't see nuttin wrong When the place is packed, and the vibes ain't wack And you don't know jack, and baby got back Mo' is flowin, money's showin Represent yourself, huh.. [Chorus] [Doug E. Fresh] Yo, yo, now, C'MON This is for my peeps that always check us Coolin in your jeeps or maybe your Lexus Drivin Up-town, or maybe through Brooklyn but some people say Crooklyn Money's makin, bodies shakin Party's packed and there's no mistakin who's in the house - UPTOWN! (Say what?) Who's in the house? BOOGIE DOWN And I'm gonna keep things hype And I know we can bounce all night So just pump your fists in the air and repeat, these words you hear, UHH! 'Ah yes yes y'all, ah keep on hah Ah keep on, to the break of dawn' (repeat 2X) [Doug E. Fresh] Yo, recognize the real, and do what you feel Keep it live in nine-five, and let's chill And brothers know my steelo Command and demand respect wherever I go Up-town, down-town All around I represent the sound that's New York bound but don't get it twisted No need to bleach so butter your biscuits Here's the logistics, of characteristics of brothers, make them another statistic And that's not the type of hype I'm into So put up your hands and let's continue to [Chorus] [Doug E. Fresh] On records [missjones] You got a fast car I got a ticket, to anywhere Maybe we can make a deal (say what?) Maybe together we can get somewhere Cause anyplace is better Startin from zero got nothin to lose Maybe we'll make somethin (uhh, c'mon) Me myself got nothin to prove (watch out) Mmm, mm, mm, mm, mm! [Doug E. Fresh] C'mon! One, two, three! Aus Songtexte Mania