Keep It Lyrics Meanings
by Ziggy Nash

I just want to stay low key
Maybe get a bite to eat
Talking to the LPC
Speaking on my wants and needs
Telling me that shit ain't easy
Look homie
I want to vacay in Malibu me and my girl about to randevu feet in the sand like a tourist do
Back it up ayy
I don't give a fuck if you play me, yuh
I don't even care if you hate me, yuh
I know you want my babies, yuh
But that shits for my baby, yuh
Sons of bitches are crazy
You want the block on the map
You want to see me aim back
All you do is count stacks
You wishing the lotto won't lack
Cause you getting dots on your front and your back
And I just want to
Now one, two, three all eyes on me
Everybody go and get seats
Everybody want to talk shit, but I'm old school now mothafuckers chill out and listen to me
Yea everything be great
Bitches to the left of me be fake
Chefs kiss all day be gourmet
Chilling on the beach and I'm there to stay, wow
Look at me chilling with the twelve pack look at me whipping out the big gas, ayy
Look at me checking out the Reebok's look at me hitting all the sweet spots, wait
Look at me pissing off the big dogs look at me whipping out my big sword, hey
Look at me chilling on the low low
Look at me keep it on the low low

I just want to stay low key
Maybe get a bite to eat
Talking to the LPC
Speaking on my wants and needs
Telling me that shit ain't easy
Look homie
I want to vacay in Malibu me and my girl about to randevu feet in the sand like a tourist do
Back it up ayy
I don't give a fuck if you play me, yuh
I don't even care if you hate me, yuh
I know you want my babies, yuh
But that shits for my baby, yuh
Sons of bitches are crazy
You want the block on the map
You want to see me aim back
All you do is count stacks
You wishing the lotto won't lack
Cause you getting dots on your front and your back
And I just want to
Now one, two, three all eyes on me
Everybody go and get seats
Everybody want to talk shit, but I'm old school now mothafuckers chill out and listen to me
Yea everything be great
Bitches to the left of me be fake
Chefs kiss all day be gourmet
Chilling on the beach and I'm there to stay, wow
Look at me chilling with the twelve pack look at me whipping out the big gas, ayy
Look at me checking out the Reebok's look at me hitting all the sweet spots, wait
Look at me pissing off the big dogs look at me whipping out my big sword, hey
Look at me chilling on the low low
Look at me keep it on the low low