[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]