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Keep It Pushin Video (MV)




Performed By: Chris Guero
Language: English




Chris Guero - Keep It Pushin Lyrics




(He aint gonna show his white face around here.
Even if he do, I'm strapped.
I aint got nothin to worry about man...)

Keep it Pushin.
What You Lookin At
Mad Dawgin with ya Crew
Look like some Pussy Cats.
No Respect.. 'Cause U dont Even know me.
Im thorough-bred homie, catch me strollin lonely.
F*ck the World.
Are you ready to die?
All Gangstas gon' survive cuz we Mutiply.
Whats the Word?
Is it Beef or Not?
I aint talking on the Phone
We can meet at the Spot.

Bring the Gats.
Its 'Bout to be a deadly shoot out.
You runnin from the scene or we gonna see what you about.
You Talking. And you f*ckin barking.
Don't Exchange Any Words.
Get them Pistols Sparkin
(F*ck) Duck.
Behind a Car or Truck.
Face to Face Transactions better Trust your Trust.
One Mistake, and U gonna straight Regret it.
Pay attention to the Omens when he sends the message, Don't Forget It.
Ha
This is how I move.
Bitches can't get off the Dick because of How i Groove.
Keep it Pushin.
I Don't trust these Hoes.
100 Got 2 zeroes, I'll be the 1 all alone.
AK Loaded, Smokin Two different Zones.
Purple in my Cookies, OG Kush in my Cones.
Evaluate this Life as I puff Gettin blown.
Im rippin shit apart, though I keep my game Sewn.

Locked in. Body, mind, Soul & conscious.
Catch me Hotboxin in my Coup just mobbin.
No Flossin. Getting shit out the Mud.
Moved to Las Vegas only had a couple Plugs.
Trips To Los Angeles, posted with some Thugs.
Tryna make a Move, Runnin low on some Grub.
Them foos know whasup, much Respect to Califas.
Everybody smokin & pushin Reefer. Ha
Im Goin Back to Arizas, which pack is greener
Man That one ima Raise Up the Retail tickets Flip it Needa get my Digits (Homie) threw it for the low, He knows the Thanks Ive Given. On some shit though.
I hope we all Succeed. Too much Evil in this world influenced off of the Greed.
F*ck a handout homie Go & Hustle what you Need.
This one's for the Brown Youth who got nothin but the Streets, wise up homies...

This is how I move.
Bitches can't get off the Dick because of How i Groove.
Keep it Pushin.
I Don't trust these Hoes.
100 Got 2 zeroes, I'll be the 1 all alone.
AK Loaded, Smokin Two different Zones.
Purple in my Cookies, OG Kush in my Cones.
Evaluate this Life as I puff Gettin blown.
Im rippin shit apart, though I keep my game Sewn.
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English

(He aint gonna show his white face around here.
Even if he do, I'm strapped.
I aint got nothin to worry about man...)

Keep it Pushin.
What You Lookin At
Mad Dawgin with ya Crew
Look like some Pussy Cats.
No Respect.. 'Cause U dont Even know me.
Im thorough-bred homie, catch me strollin lonely.
F*ck the World.
Are you ready to die?
All Gangstas gon' survive cuz we Mutiply.
Whats the Word?
Is it Beef or Not?
I aint talking on the Phone
We can meet at the Spot.

Bring the Gats.
Its 'Bout to be a deadly shoot out.
You runnin from the scene or we gonna see what you about.
You Talking. And you f*ckin barking.
Don't Exchange Any Words.
Get them Pistols Sparkin
(F*ck) Duck.
Behind a Car or Truck.
Face to Face Transactions better Trust your Trust.
One Mistake, and U gonna straight Regret it.
Pay attention to the Omens when he sends the message, Don't Forget It.
Ha
This is how I move.
Bitches can't get off the Dick because of How i Groove.
Keep it Pushin.
I Don't trust these Hoes.
100 Got 2 zeroes, I'll be the 1 all alone.
AK Loaded, Smokin Two different Zones.
Purple in my Cookies, OG Kush in my Cones.
Evaluate this Life as I puff Gettin blown.
Im rippin shit apart, though I keep my game Sewn.

Locked in. Body, mind, Soul & conscious.
Catch me Hotboxin in my Coup just mobbin.
No Flossin. Getting shit out the Mud.
Moved to Las Vegas only had a couple Plugs.
Trips To Los Angeles, posted with some Thugs.
Tryna make a Move, Runnin low on some Grub.
Them foos know whasup, much Respect to Califas.
Everybody smokin & pushin Reefer. Ha
Im Goin Back to Arizas, which pack is greener
Man That one ima Raise Up the Retail tickets Flip it Needa get my Digits (Homie) threw it for the low, He knows the Thanks Ive Given. On some shit though.
I hope we all Succeed. Too much Evil in this world influenced off of the Greed.
F*ck a handout homie Go & Hustle what you Need.
This one's for the Brown Youth who got nothin but the Streets, wise up homies...

This is how I move.
Bitches can't get off the Dick because of How i Groove.
Keep it Pushin.
I Don't trust these Hoes.
100 Got 2 zeroes, I'll be the 1 all alone.
AK Loaded, Smokin Two different Zones.
Purple in my Cookies, OG Kush in my Cones.
Evaluate this Life as I puff Gettin blown.
Im rippin shit apart, though I keep my game Sewn.
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