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Keep It Real (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Gotta be right Gotta hold tight my baby
Cause you’re my lady you’re the one
Love just don’t happen overnight my honey
Let’s take out time baby
and make it right

Cause I want to love you (keep it real)
and I want to trust you (can you girl)
cause I really need you (can you keep it real with me)

My hearts been going around in circles looking for you
baby you’re the one
might take more than just a day or two
to make sure our love is true
this is what we need to do

Make sure the love is true (keep it real)
invest the time in you (can you girl)
cause my love is coming through (can you)
can you keep it real for me

gone tomorrow here today
these are all the games we play
baby keep it real

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Keep It Real (Letra)

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You just
Don’t know
The way you make us feel
Through your work
And through your visions
So young, black, and gifted, ohh

Mary j’s love was real
Notorious b-i-g, b-i-g
Craig mack’s the brand new flava
And jodeci
Forever my lady

They just
They just
Don’t know
The pains of being real
When the world is being sifted
From being young black and gifted

This is
So hard
To sing as we feel
People changing like the seasons
Without reason people try to keep it real

Keep it real

Keep It Real (Letra)

Green Day

Green Day

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

{*car starts*}
Uhh, for the two g’s, for the millenium
Do or die

[johnny p]
Oooohhh hooo-ooooh, ain’t gon’ pay no bills

Chorus: johnny p + do or die

Police – can’t see me ballin
Sippin on hennesey-sey-sey
And i – can never pay your bills
Cause i gotta keep it real, real, real
I got my key on the passenger side
So ain’t no scrub in me, me, me
Police – can’t see me ballin
Sippin on hennesey-sey-sey

[verse one]
First of all, you can shut it down baby
Better yet i’m original and not a clown baby
Get down for wars an’ i’m, livin my life under the gun
And umm, stay calm no harm, i’m alarmin ‘em
And that’s the victom of the shorties in my grill
Askin me to keep it real, but shorty i don’t pay no bills
Do i gots the flex to get wit cha, paint you a cold picture
See – y’all the ones got me slappin out
And all my homeboys jappin out
Crappin out, love that, where my crips and my bloods at?
Lords at, g’s at, feedback, need that
Niggaz blaze that weed sack
I’ll cop a drop wit that knees fat
Y’all can’t see me, best-ta believe that

Chorus

[verse two]
This shit hit the back door, by the way
Why you tryin’ to play that mack fo’?
If a nigga gotta pay a triple x hoe,
Then you gotta be a hellafied nympho
Open up let some air through the window
I could never give my money to a bimbo
Real players get high off endo
Make cash like the owners of the timbo
Chi-town, real player, real true love
20 inch on the rims, fucker says what?
Bet the po’ to the next thug
Recognize the queen, you come to me
But you gotta see, you’re a what-what?
Gotta sign the puh-puh; flip bitch
Hit the block, i’ma rhyme in the hummer
Better be on some platnium shit
Roley bling bling, keep a gat wanna snap it
Been well known to react quick
When they see i got a star, they pause and they react quick
I’m immune to the hot shit, nevertheless
Shitty-sha(??) just beware of where the hat fit
Yo pimp where the plastic?
This pimp, real pimp, it’s the pimp like a maverick
Playerism is a habit
I’m at the club wit ‘um wit crystal, what what

Chorus

[verse three]
Lil’ baller be me, can’t see me
Never get her with a tv, cause we be
In the five-double-oh, posed with the clothes
(??) dyslexic on the passenger side
Don’t mean that i ain’t got the keys to ride
She’s the pie, my, my, my
We done came to fuck and get gone, pay no bills
Flex the mind to make the bank to bounce
Nigga bounce shit like the dirty south
Watch that shit with a dirty mouth
Know you ain’t mad, ain’t splurgin out
But if ya heard me out, on the passenger side
Care to bore me with the rest of the guys?
Spittin blunts, droppin jewels
Spittin at hoes, that’ll be cool

[johnny p]
Pay no bills, pay no bills
Pay no bills, pay no..
I gotta keep it real, so i can’t pay this here
Why you all up in my grill?
You can tell me about it, to pay the bill, pay the bill

Chorus

[johnny p]
I got to keep…

[outro]
One time, uhh… from the real, do or die c’mon
A-rock, uhh.. back-pack, jack-of-love
Uhh uhh, johnny p
Uh.. down – like – that – what?
Keep it real baby, 2000, millenium, we gone

Keep It Real (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Maurice white, sheldon reynolds, morris pleasure, paul minor & melanie andrews

Gotta be right gotta hold tight my baby
Cause you’re my lady you’re the one
Love just don’t happen overnight my honey
Let’s take out time baby
And make it right

Cause i want to love you (keep it real)
And i want to trust you (can you girl)
Cause i really need you (can you keep it real with me)

My hearts been going around in circles looking for you
Baby you’re the one
Might take more than just a day or two
To make sure our love is true
This is what we need to do

Make sure the love is true (keep it real)
Invest the time in you (can you girl)
Cause my love is coming through (can you)
Can you keep it real for me

Gone tomorrow here today
These are all the games we play
Baby keep it real

Keep It Real (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

[timbaland]
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh, uh, uh uh
(oogie oogie overlaps)
Ginuwine

[ginuwine – verse one]
You can’t fool me girl
I know you well
What’s on your mind
It ain’t hard to tell
Don’t leave me now
Don’t play wit’ me
You think i’m blind
But baby i can see

I saw your eyes, from across the room
You was checkin’ me out, and i was scopin’ you too

Don’t say i’m wrong (what)
Don’t mind those eyes
I’ma call your bluff
So baby tell me why

[ginuwine (timbaland) – chorus]
Tell me standing here (tell me baby am i gettin’ on your nerves)
Baby keep it real (why don’t you tell me how you feel)
Tell me what’s on your mind (tell me am i wasting my time)
I gotta know, baby let me know
(repeat x2)

[ginuwine – verse two]
Could you have told me girl
Is what i said
You can tell the truth
I’m all in your hand
And what’s wrong wit’ that
Are you ashamed of me?
You can fool your girls
But you can’t fool g

I saw your eyes, from across the room
You was checkin’ me out, i was scopin’ you too

Oh i’ll turn and walk away
If you deny (i)
But before i go
Could you tell me why

[repeat chorus x2]

[timbaland
Baby baby
Baby baby
What’s yo name
What’s yo name
How bout you
How bout you
Come play our game
Come play our game
It’s me and ginuwine
It’s me and ginuwine
A new day and time
A new day and time
C’mon baby
C’mon baby
Wha wah wha
Wha wah wha

[repeat chorus x 3]

Keep It Real (Letra)

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Keep It Real (Letra)

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‘that’s what the fuck i’m talkin’ about
That real shit nigga’

Living room packed, laid back on the flow
Niggaz can’t see me on the madden with frisco
I’m runnin’ fools straight to the dirt
While my man train talkin’ on the phone, the evil curse
Niggaz waste gas drivin’ down the same streets
And hood rats wishin’ for the passenger seats
Flag ‘em down, like they flaggin’ down to get a taxi
Too good to ride a bus, drinkin’ is a must
Another day kickin’ back, the scientist is hard at work
Thinkin’ how to get paid, kickin’ back in the shade
Or call will and temple where my homie down by zeenie
With the bald head it’s too hot for the beanie
Sittin’ on the porch niggaz run the stop sign
Hookers sell they bodies ‘round the way ain’t hard to find
Right in the corner of mcdonald’s parkin’ lot
Peepin’ out their hair ‘cause that spot is hot
And that’s real

(chorus)(2x)
Nigga gotta keep my shit real
Lettin’ punk niggaz know how the fuck i feel
Pussy ass niggaz always wanna be around
A nigga like ren when i put that real shit down

Randy up the street cuttin’ up the fresh fade
And compton p.d. around the corner ‘bout to raid
The yellow helicopter hangin’ ‘round like a gnat
And hood rats yellin’ out a car where the party at
My robbin’ train go and get a duce
And niggaz ‘round the way don’t give a damn about a gang truce
But i gotta lotta love for my people
And like they ain’t tryin’, niggaz just keep dyin’
I won’t be like most niggaz and just come
And shoot my video in compton and disappear for a year
We make fools like that shake the spot
One for the treble jack yo ass in the parkin’ lot
‘cause handkerchief headed niggaz come around fakin’
Braggin’ ‘bout that money they be makin’
Boot lickin’ butt dancin’ niggaz just better chill
Before i tell ‘em how i feel and that’s real

(chorus)

Yeah, uh, break it down
All y’all busta ass niggaz
Do it like this, 1995
Uh, yeah, come all y’all fake ass niggaz to this

Goin’ to the pad hit the beach up on the pager
Here comes korleone up the street in the mini-blazer
While the dominoes start to get shakin’
The same time that the barbique start bakin’
I don’t eat swine, but i take a turkey burger
I can’t fade worms, that books’ full of terms
Homies pass by, some stop and conversate
On a gang a topics we start to debate
On why in black neighborhoods is always towed down
And white neighborhoods ain’t one piece a trash ‘round
So we gotta do for self and quit bitchin’
Recycle black dollars so we can roll impalas
Every street got their own rap artist
On every cover every brother got a gun tryin’ to look the hardest
But some deserve a slap ‘cause they laid down they strap
When they hear that’s a rap and that’s real

(chorus)

Keep It Real (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

keep it real

[timbaland]
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh huh, uh huh (now what?)
Uh huh-ah huh, uh huh-ah huh
Uh huh-ah huh . . . ginuwine
(oogie oogie and cheering overlap)

[ginuwine – verse one]
You can’t fool me girl
I know you well
What’s on your mind
It ain’t hard to tell
Don’t leave me now
Don’t play wit’ me
Though you think i’m blind
But baby i can see

I saw your eyes
From across the room
You was checkin’ me out
And i was scopin’ you too

Don’t say i’m wrong (what?)
Don’t batt those eyes (huh?)
I’ma call your bluff (uh-huh)
So baby tell me why(i-i)
[chorus x 2]

[ginuwine (timbaland) – chorus]
Tell me why you’re standing here (tell me am i gettin’ on your nerves?)
Baby can you keep it real? (why don’t you tell me how you feel?)
Tell me what is on your mind (tell me am i wastin’ my time?)
I’ve gotta know, baby let me know . . .{people yelling}

[ginuwine – verse two]
Could you answer me girl?
Answer what i said (what?)
You can tell the truth
I’m all in your head, there (yeah)
And what’s wrong wit’ that? (uh-huh)
Are you ashamed of me? (uh?)
Ah-you can fool your girls (uh?)
But you can’t fool g (say?)

I saw your eyes (what?)
From across the room (uh-huh)
You was checkin’ me out
I was scopin’ you too

Oh i’ll turn and walk away
If you deny (i)
But before i go
Could you tell me why?
[repeat chorus x 3]

[timbaland]
Hey big baby
Hey big baby
Wha’s yo name?
Wha’s yo name?
How ‘bout you
How ‘bout you
Come play our game
Come play our game
It’s me and ginuwine
It’s me and ginuwine
A new day and time
A new day and time
Uh-huh baby
C’mon baby
Wha wah why?
Wha wah why?

Tell me why you’re standing here (tell me am i gettin’ on your nerves?)
Baby can you keep it real? (why don’t you tell me how you feel?)
Tell me what is on your mind (tell me am i wastin’ my time?)
(let me know, let me know . . .)
[repeat chorus x 2]