L. Seven - Big Frank lyrics

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L. Seven - Big Frank lyrics

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 sh** 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 2Pac 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 sk**s Eatin, big smoke comin out of my Ampex reels Sit in the back of your Escalade, tell me how my ba** 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

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