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 u
Heirloom lyrics

I have a recurrent dream
Everytime I loose my voice
I swallow little glowing lights
My mother and son baked for me

And during the night
They do a trapeze walk
Until they're in the sky
Right above my bed

While I'm asleep
My mother and son pour into me
Warm glowing oil
Into my wide
p 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?
K
You And Me lyrics


You And Me

I feel so lost I feel so sad
All those ghosts still in my head
I don?t know how don?t know when
So I just pretend
So I wish that you and me
Could take a drive and be right free
We?ll see what we will find
Just have some piece of mind

Chorus:
Pack your things together
org 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, 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

Walk around for the playin captain of rap skills
Eatin, big smoke comin out of my Ampex reels
Sit in the back of your Esca
To Die In Fight lyrics

Cruel coldness turns my heart to ice
heavy snowy clouds,
covered the nightly sky
Snow is falling, wind is blowing
and its cold.
Blood in my veins got stopped,
woulded i await my last hour
hen the snow covers my body
when the icy ship takes me
to the land of the gods.
A dream makes union with reality
co
lade, tell me how my bass feels
From Big Nixons down to the beta
George in New Orleans rattle your dashboards
Bounce strippers around sounds echo from New York to Decatur
Exhaust pipes, white kid drivin a limo I'll see you later
Leather boots or gator
Turn your head hater
Lockerroom packed like the Los Angeles Raiders
We the real eliminators, we come down on diamond elevators

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, sa-sa-side, side
Big Frank drivin