Yeah, two-thousand-two

I don't hear you no more

The K-double-O-L, the K-E-I-T-H

Check it out



I trust talent, whattup Flex, JoJo and K-Ci put me on next

Eighteen times let my record play like Dr. Dre and Jay-Z

All man headline like Beenie Man; work it out this time - don't bother

Make hits like "Planet Rock" Bambataa

Dance floor stiff beat break your jaw

I cancelled the Limp Bizkit tour

Let your braids and afro grow more

One year I hear about you, next year I don't hear about you no more

Got people in Oakland, Bronx Lebanon to Fillmore

Carry updated trunk funk

That stuff you program is for punks

I can't lay up big shots gotta pay up move in the penthouse way up

(Way up, way up..)



Big Frank drivin - leanin to the side

Side, side, sa-sa-side, side

Big Frank drivin - leanin to the side

Side, side, sa-sa-side, side

Big Frank drivin - leanin to the side

Side, side, sa-sa-side, side

Big Frank drivin - leanin to the side

Side, side



Brother move your feet, don't front on my funk shit

Jealous cats like you should jump ship

Right from my left nut like a vice grip

Cognac take a sip you look burnt out

I don't like the two-way pager stickin out my hip

No time for voicemail

I bring heat in the city on Amtrak and monorail

Why you makin tracks like L.A. Reid and Babyface?

How that gin and tonic taste?

Korg adapter, Yamaha in the suitcase

Just dance, don't look and nobody two-faced

Brown man, all head like Tupac

Cadillac frost blue, yellow convertible rag top

Girls enter the club with Lonnie Rich

Chevrolet Impala green SS on dubs

Don't front on me one bit I pull ladies out of fly cars with love



Big Frank drivin - leanin to the side

Side