Keep It Simple

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Keep it simple, homie, ridin' Cadillacs until the doors fall off Puffin' kush that will make the killers cough Smoke in the lungs, this your homie, let me hold some Got a fifth and a bitch in the back seat lookin' to get done Ride clean with the 500 spoke shoes That match up the 'Lac offset with metallic blue Real big flakes, that'll catch the sun right So if you eyeball it, you receive temporary loss of sight Look at 'em sightin', all you bitches, bring your spectacles Observe me from afar as I'm grippin' on my testicles One hand, other hand grip the wood grain Got a thang in my lap case I have to vent your brain Got a chopper in the trunk, with it, some banana clips In case you knuckleheads wanna get into some gangsta shit I'm a timer like water, pop you like a pimple Ridin' with B and Kutt and we keepin' it hella simple Top-down, windows up (Uh), cut, roll, and light the blunt (Uh-huh) Thirty-two-inch shoes (Okay), TVs in the headrest (Alright) Fresh with the wood grain (Uh) from front to back, get you a 'Lac (Uh-huh) You know, it's all good (Okay), you know, it's all good (Alright) [Chorus: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Keep it simple, keep it simple (Top-down windows up, that's how I ride that's how I ride) Keep it simple, keepin' it hella simple (That's how I ride, that's how I ride) Keep it simple, keep it simple (Top-down windows up, that's how I ride that's how I ride) Keep it simple, keepin' it hella simple (That's how I ride, that's how I ride) Keep it simple (Uh), keep it simple (Uh-huh) Keep it simple (Okay), keepin' it hella simple (That's how I ride) Keep it simple (Uh), keep it simple (Uh-huh) Keep it simple (Okay), keepin' it hella simple (That's how I ride) [Verse 2: Big B & Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Swervin' through traffic like I'm threadin' a needle On this underground shit, yo, I'm bigger than the Beatles (What?) Leavin' enemies in that position called fetal Blaze by my side, blazed out '58 Coupe Deville, black-on-black laid out We as real as they come, so motherfucker, have no doubt (No doubt!) From the D to LV back to Kansas City Fuckin' with my wood grain, you're endin' up a bloodstain (Come on!) You can drink my wine, you can tuck my bitches But you endin' up missin' if you touch them switches Trunks full of battery chrome, double pump Drop the ass and watch the whole front jump Big B A.K.A. the Abominable Snowman A.K.A. the Fat Fuck The Pillsbury Dough Man We keep it caddy in this motherfucker, fuckin' up your program (Come on!) Pullin' up on them white [?] (Uh), comin' down with saggy drawers (Uh-huh) It don't matter (Okay) if it's a Coupe Deville (Alright) A [?], Fleetwood (Uh) or a Seville (Uh-huh) We keep it gangsta and real (Okay) from the valley to the hill (Alright) [Chorus: Blaze Ya Dead Homie & Kutt Kalhoun] Keep it simple (Uh), keep it simple (Uh-huh) Keep it simple (Okay), keepin' it hella simple (Alright) Keep it simple (Uh), keep it simple (Uh-huh) Keep it simple (Okay), keepin' it hella simple (Alright) Keep it simple (Uh), keep it simple (Uh-huh) Keep it simple (Okay), keepin' it hella simple (Alright) Keep it simple (Hey, Blaze, man!), keep it simple (Big B, follow me, nigga! Come on!) Keep it simple (Okay), keepin' it hella simple (That's how I ride) [Verse 3: Kutt Kalhoun & Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Nigga, you heard how I was [?] to rip it, ain't nothin' different Still rollin' in a Chevy, the tire on big inches Red paint, red plastic cup And Remy red mixed with Remy [?] so I'm lookin' [?] Lead burner on my lap, I ain't givin' niggas a chance If they comin' for my money, I hit 'em with this advance Big B in the middle of the street, makin' it dance ([?]) Blaze set up at the light, beatin' hard, wavin' his hands Follow me (Come on, y'all!), if I lose you in traffic, get on the scanner You can spot me by the red bandanas on my antenna Or the flock of hoes stylin' with me And twenty-five niggas beamed up (Dub's clique, nigga!) and draped out, wildin' the streets Movin' cops because these snitches (Uh) will kill us, city is tricky (Uh-huh) Plus, my D-Town and my (Okay) LV ninjas is with me (Alright) [?] Jesus (Uh), no worries [?] (Uh-huh) We keep the key (Okay) to believe, we keep it simple, and uh.... (Alright) [Chorus: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Keep it simple (Uh), keep it simple (Uh-huh) Keep it simple (Okay), keepin' it hella simple (Alright) Keep it simple (Uh), keep it simple (Uh-huh) Keep it simple (Okay), keepin' it hella simple (Alright) Keep it simple (Uh), keep it simple (Uh-huh) Keep it simple (Okay), keepin' it hella simple (Alright) Keep it simple (Uh), keep it simple (Uh-huh) Keep it simple (Okay), keepin' it hella simple (Alright) [Outro: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Ridin' Cadillacs, switchin' lane to lane (Yeah, we keep it real simple, ridin' real clean) We're ridin' Cadillacs, switchin' lane to lane (With the candy paint Cadillac and wood grain) We're ridin' Cadillacs, switchin' lane to lane (And diamond flake) We're ridin' Cadillacs, switchin' lane to lane (Baby, that's how we roll shinin'-)