Keep Risin' Songtext
von Kingspade

We got the top popped back and the sun is shining
D-Loc and Richter on the pavement grinding
Rims spinnin′ so much chrome is blindin'
There ain′t no denyin', you know we high ridin'
Bug′s gone, locs on the ground flying
Buck′s in the back but I'm right behind him
We going to the top ′cause we keep on climbing
Never falling behind, the King Spade is rising

You know D-Loc's always bumpin′, system stay bangin'
Mobbin′ through the I.E., hittin' switches, claiming
My rear view mirror, shit's always shakin′
Cause fools rolled up, tryin′ to clown on some Daytons

And if you a tailgater, then you gettin' brake checked
The 7-4 E-Dub, it mean to run like a′vette
It's a straight Sunday cruiser, easy as she goes
And you better not bruise her or we goin′ straight to blows


But my '66 stay dump, all chrome imps
Surfrax, new paint, thirteens, no dents
Gangsta, ′cause that's the way I be mashin'
Hittin′ switches to the intersection, back end draggin′

I got my ride saggin' like my pants or my shorts
With the bumper on the ground and custom speakers in the doors
Twelves bangin′ in the back, it's a big ass bass tube
So you better break hard when you hear the (break down)

We got the top popped back and the sun is shining
D-Loc and Richter on the pavement grinding
Rims spinnin′ so much chrome is blindin'
There ain′t no denyin', you know we high ridin'
Bug′s gone, locs on the ground flying
Buck′s in the back but I'm right behind him
We going to the top ′cause we keep on climbing
Never falling behind, the King Spade is rising


Hey never mind why the sliding door pops open
And never mind why from front to back it's slopin′
And don't worry ′bout what's underneath the seats
Or how the inside's done up in two-tone tweed
Forget about the Nakamichi CD changer
Or the system I had done at the Audio Chamber
And don′t worry ′bout why the middle seat is missing
The back turns into a bed for those late night missions

D-Loc stay to the cut, you know the seats lay back
Hat to the side, got the arm full of tats
Kottonmouth represent, can't feel my stomach
Miller on my chest, Subnoize on my wrist
D-Loc on my lip, California in the ditch
Date of birth on my neck, 7-7 represent
Knuckles all blasted, give my sis all love
We got the top down, pop back, we don′t give a fuck

We got the top popped back and the sun is shining
D-Loc and Richter on the pavement grinding
Rims spinnin' so much chrome is blindin′
There ain't no denyin′, you know we high ridin'
Bug's gone, locs on the ground flying
Buck′s in the back but I′m right behind him
We going to the top 'cause we keep on climbing
Never falling behind, the King Spade is rising

Now everybody put a system up in they whip
I mean at least three 10′s or two 12's to hit
With nice highs all around and top quality mids
The type of shit run by D-Loc and J. Richt

Double dash L-O-C, nobody could fuck with me
Dash dash, double trouble, F dot C
Don′t forget about the O dot C
O.G., P.T.B., L.I.F.E., Kottonmouth Kings

And I'm the other trouble man from the pair from O.C
Richter′s the name, P.T.B. O.G
Grew up on McKenzie, a young Jay King
Now I live with Kottonmouth like it ain't no thing

And we runnin' it, we gon′ keep on runnin′ it
The D gap click sick, 'cause we be runnin′ shit, bitch
D-Loc and Johnny Richter, tucky tuck
A to Z, dirty dilly, twiz and skunk

We got the top popped back and the sun is shining
D-Loc and Richter on the pavement grinding
Rims spinnin' so much chrome is blindin′
There ain't no denyin′, you know we high ridin'
Bug's gone, locs on the ground flying
Buck′s in the back but I′m right behind him
We going to the top 'cause we keep on climbing
Never falling behind, the King Spade is rising

We got the top popped back and the sun is shining
D-Loc and Richter on the pavement grinding
Rims spinnin′ so much chrome is blindin'
There ain′t no denyin', you know we high ridin′
Bug's gone, locs on the ground flying
Buck's in the back but I′m right behind him
We going to the top ′cause we keep on climbing
Never falling behind, the King Spade is rising