Keep It Real
Do Or Die feat. Johnny P. Lyrics
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Do or Die
[Johnny P]
Ain't gon' pay no bills
[Chorus]
Police, can't see me ballin'
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'
Sipping on Hennesey
[Verse 1]
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, living my life under the gun
And umm, stay calm no harm, I'm alarming 'em
And that's the victim of the shorties in my grill
Asking me to keep it real, but shorty I don't pay no bills
Do I gots the flex to get with you, paint you a cold picture
See, why y'all the ones got me slapping out
And all my homeboys japping out
Crapping out, love that, where my Crips and my Bloods at?
Lords at, G's at, feedback, need that
Niggas blaze that weed sack
I'll cop a drop wit that knees fat
Why y'all can't see me, best-ta believe that
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
This shit hit the back door, by the way
Why you trying to play that mack for?
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 then flip bitch
Hit the block, I'ma rhyme in the Hummer
Better be on some platinum shit
Roley bling bling, keep a gat want to 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 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 3]
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 splurging out
But if ya heard me out, on the passenger side
Care to bore me with the rest of the guys?
Spitting blunts, dropping jewels
Spitting 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 see'mon
A-Rock, uhh.. Back-Pack, Jack-of-Love
Uhh uhh, Johnny P
Uh.. down - like - that - what?
Keep it real baby, 2000, millennium, we gone
The lyrics to "Keep It Real" by Do Or Die feat. Johnny P. convey a message of staying true to oneself and not getting caught up in the expectations or judgments of others. The song starts with Johnny P asserting that he won't pay anyone's bills, indicating that he won't comply with societal pressures or financial obligations that don't align with his values. The chorus repeats the theme of not being swayed by the police or anyone else, as he sips on Hennessy and maintains his authenticity.
In the first verse, the artist emphasizes his originality and refusal to conform. He talks about living his life on the edge, staying calm despite the challenges and pressures he faces. He references people asking him to "keep it real," but he dismisses the notion, claiming that he doesn't pay anyone's bills. He flexes his ability to attract women and describes the camaraderie with his friends. The verse ends with a call for unity among gang members and a nod to smoking weed.
In the second verse, Johnny P addresses someone who is trying to impress him but fails to do so. He suggests that if someone has to pay for sexual services, they must have an insatiable desire for pleasure. He asserts that real players indulge in weed, make money like the owners of the Timberland shoe brand, and represent the true essence of Chicago. He emphasizes his status and warns others to recognize his authority. The verse concludes with a mention of his jewelry, guns, and his ability to react quickly to any situation.
The third verse continues the theme of not paying bills and staying true to oneself. He asserts his status as a baller and emphasizes that he can't be seen with a woman unless she meets his standards. He references dyslexia on the passenger side, indicating that appearances may be deceiving and that he has control over his situation. He brags about sexual encounters and hints at his ability to attract women without having to spend money. The verse also mentions bouncing and reacting like the Dirty South, suggesting a connection to the Southern hip-hop scene. The outro reiterates the theme of keeping it real and staying authentic.
Line by Line Meaning
Ain't gon' pay no bills
I'm not going to financially support anyone
Police, can't see me ballin'
The police are unaware of my successful lifestyle
Sipping on Hennesey
Drinking Hennessy, an alcoholic beverage
And I, can never pay your bills
I am unable to financially support you
Cause I gotta keep it real, real, real
Because I prioritize being genuine and true to myself
I got my key on the passenger side
I have control of the car and can drive
So ain't no scrub in me, me, me
There is no lack of ambition or worth in me
First of all, you can shut it down baby
To begin with, you can stop talking and listen
Better yet I'm original and not a clown baby
Even better, I am authentic and not foolish
Get down for wars an' I'm, living my life under the gun
I am ready to fight for my beliefs and constantly facing danger
And umm, stay calm no harm, I'm alarming 'em
I remain calm and undisturbed, yet still catching attention
And that's the victim of the shorties in my grill
I am a target of young individuals who want me to prove my authenticity
Asking me to keep it real, but shorty I don't pay no bills
They demand genuineness, but I am not responsible for their financial needs
Do I gots the flex to get with you, paint you a cold picture
Do I have the ability and charm to attract you, to show you a harsh reality
See, why y'all the ones got me slapping out
You all are the reason I'm becoming aggressive
And all my homeboys japping out
And all my friends are getting excited
Crapping out, love that, where my Crips and my Bloods at?
Failing, love that, where are my gang members at?
Lords at, G's at, feedback, need that
Gang leaders, gangsters, I require their support and response
Niggas blaze that weed sack
People are smoking marijuana
I'll cop a drop wit that knees fat
I'll buy a convertible car with excellent suspension
Why y'all can't see me, best-ta believe that
Why can't you all recognize and acknowledge me, you better believe it
This shit hit the back door, by the way
This situation unexpectedly occurred, by the way
Why you trying to play that mack for?
Why are you pretending to be a player?
If a nigga gotta pay a triple X hoe
If a man is required to pay a prostitute a large amount
Then you gotta be a hellafied nympho
Then you must be an extremely promiscuous person
Open up let some air through the window
Let fresh air flow into the room through the window
I could never give my money to a bimbo
I would never waste my money on a foolish person
Real players get high off endo
True players enjoy smoking high-quality marijuana
Make cash like the owners of the Timbo
Earn money like the wealthy Timbo family
Chi-Town, real player, real true love
Chicago, a place with genuine players and authentic love
20 inch on the rims, fucker says what?
20-inch rims on the car tires, making a statement
Bet the po' to the next thug
I'm willing to bet money against the next criminal
Recognize the queen, you come to me
Acknowledge and respect my authority, you approach me
But you gotta see, you're a what-what?
But you need to understand, you're of low importance
Gotta sign then flip bitch
Have to sign a contract, then deceive someone
Hit the block, I'ma rhyme in the Hummer
Arrive in a Hummer vehicle and start rapping
Better be on some platinum shit
It's important to have superior quality
Roley bling bling, keep a gat want to snap it
Expensive Rolex watch, showing off firearms that I want to use
Been well known to react quick
I am notorious for quickly responding to situations
When they see I got a star, they pause and they react quick
When people notice my fame, they stop and react swiftly
I'm immune to the hot shit, nevertheless
I am unaffected by the negativity and continue regardless
Shitty just beware of where the hat fit
Everyone should be cautious and selective of their alliances
Yo pimp where the plastic?
Hey pimp, where is the fake money?
This pimp, real pimp, it's the pimp like a maverick
I am a genuine pimp, the type of pimp that stands out
Playerism is a habit
Being a player is a recurring behavior
I'm at the club wit 'um wit Crystal, what what
I'm at the club with them, partying with Crystal, celebrating
Lil' baller be me, can't see me
I am a small-time baller, hard to notice
Never get her with a TV, cause we be
I don't attract her with material possessions, because we are
In the five-double-oh, posed with the clothes
In a Mercedes-Benz 500, showing off my stylish clothes
Dyslexic on the passenger side
Confused or disoriented when sitting in the passenger seat
Don't mean that I ain't got the keys to ride
Doesn't imply that I don't have control over the vehicle
She's the pie, my, my, my
She is the desirable woman, mine, mine, mine
We done came to fuck and get gone, pay no bills
We came here for a sexual encounter without any obligations
Flex the mind to make the bank to bounce
Use my intelligence to earn money and leave quickly
Nigga bounce shit like the Dirty South
Move away swiftly like they do in the southern United States
Watch that shit with a dirty mouth
Observe that action with vulgar and offensive language
Know you ain't mad, ain't splurging out
I know you're not angry, not spending recklessly
But if ya heard me out, on the passenger side
But if you listened to me, from the perspective of the passenger seat
Care to bore me with the rest of the guys?
Do you want to continue talking to me, along with the other men?
Spitting blunts, dropping jewels
Smoking marijuana and sharing important information
Spitting at hoes, that'll be cool
Objectifying and disrespecting women, it'll be perceived as cool
Pay no bills, pay no bills
Not responsible for any financial obligations
I gotta keep it real, so I can't pay this here
I have to be genuine, so I won't contribute financially
Why you all up in my grill?
Why are you so concerned and involved in my personal matters?
You can tell me about it, to pay the bill, pay the bill
You can discuss it with me, but I won't pay the expenses
One time, uhh... from the real, Do or Die see'mon
Police officers, come on... this is from the authentic group, Do or Die
A-Rock, uhh.. Back-Pack, Jack-of-Love
A-Rock and Back-Pack, known for their romantic expertise
Uhh uhh, Johnny P
Yes, yes, Johnny P
Uh.. down - like - that - what?
Umm... just like that, what?
Keep it real baby, 2000, millennium, we gone
Stay genuine, baby, in the year 2000, the millennium, we are leaving
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: DAVID FOSTER, CHERYL LYNN, DAVID PAICH
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