[Kool Keith]

Yeah!  Live.. from the Staples Center.. in Los Angeles, California

Y'know.. this is a song.. I wrote from the heart



Too much _I Love Lucy_ kid, you think you're Desi Arnaz

I tell you off in the facts like Ralph and Ethel

I can't be in the Valley doin the Hollywood Shuffle

My voice tenor like the Whispers

Your girl adapt to me in unison

Tight outfits like the Spinners

What I mastered is worser than _Dukes of Hazzard_

Find out ask _Miami Vice_ about me, Miami twice about me

The Coconut Tree down in Cuba, red light action

Camera work by David Luger

E! light entertainment, I need the money edit JVC

Handheld, Geiger silver

Could shoot or meditate on the block

The motion picture's clear, the girl is hot



[Chorus: Kool Keith]

I love you Nancy (I wanna take you on exotic boatrides)

I love you lady (I don't wanna argue witchu no more)

I love you Nancy (give you things you never dreamed of)

I love you baby (I wanna stay in the house)

I love you (and be a good man)



[Kool Keith]

Give me a little more hard energy

More impact and intensity

Bikinis and more bras

Scenes on hoods of hot rods

My collection of personal and private songs shock you

Like Hot Wheels and Johnny Lightning cars

With social exposure, a magnetic force

Evolve and change with culture

Black Elvis Presley, Grace mansion, the man is handsome

Don't act wild girl like babies throwin a tantrum

I scrub out problems like dandruff

I watch you stand stiff

C'mere honey, give me a kiss..



[Chorus]



[Kool Keith]

The hot vacation, took you out of frustration

You still my psychology patient

Solve the best, but I'm one hard equation

Spanish ladies, Italian, white black or asian

Peru, Indian, Cindy and, Mindy and

Kimmie and we hold the toast with cups of tea

Three cups you see, I call you late

A quarter to three, we be that, a bouquet

Gifts and roses, sparkles of diamond, je-wels

Pearls of Bombay



[Chorus]