Yeah, 2003. Big Lou and company. Macks, Peterbilts, GMC's, white freight liners. Volvos, Marlins, Internationals. . Eighteen wheels, we do deals. Major fake baller close your mouth, you rap about the same thing.
I used to be at Mars with Flex; now everything changed. He was the only one in the room DJing - empty room. He was cool back then, used to talk to niggaz.
People! You're stuck in nineteen seventy-four. Witcha boring producers. Your videos are boring, same girls singin. Everybody tryin to be George Clinto and Jimi Hendrix wannabes.
Yeah.. two-thousand.. three!. (I want to play with you baby) Brand new. (Can you touch me? Won't you hold me?) K-double-O-L, Keith. (Can you talk to me? Cause I'm lonely).
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.