YN Playlist: Featuring Andre 3000
June 7, 2011 @ 5:13 PM EDT
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Art: Ty Kidd
Stacks hopped on B’s record. He’s hopped on quite a few. There’ll never be a solo album tho. Sorry.
1. “Royal Flush”
2. “Lookin 4 Ya” (Rap Radar Brought You It First Tho)
3. “Art Of Storytellin’ 4”
4. “International Acapella”
5. “I Do”
6. “Throw Some D’s RMX”
7. “Walk It Out RMX”
8. “30 Something RMX”
9. “What A Job” (YN Loves This Joint)
10. “Deuces RMX” (No Breezy, But Clean)
11. “I Want You RMX”
12. “The Fuckin’ Fonzworth Song”
13. “Green Light”
14. “Ride RMX”
15. “Millionaire”
16. “Watch For The Hook”
17. “Black Ice”
Bonus:
18. “Sleazy RMX” (Shout out to Young Guru & Maura)
someone want to put this in a download link?!
Ehhhhhhh…
hes not that good…nigas make him seem like hes god mc…smh
EVERYONE IS JUST THINKING “WHERE IS THE DOWNLOAD LINK!!!”
Who needs a link? Firefox + Downloadhelper… download anything you want…
What does he mean there will never be a solo album? Anyone care to explain?
Oh nvm, I didn’t realize Andre never actually had a solo. Although you can pretty much consider The Love Below a solo albu,.
Damm I miss limewire…
“Dare make an honest living or make a crooked killing”
stop playin 3 stacks…
momma I’mma millionaire…..but I still aint seen the sun…..i woke up EAAARRRRRLLLY this morning
Yellow one are you bored?
We need a dre or an ?Outkast album asap!
and whats up with tha dl? only site that doesnt put a link
big boi > dre
Ain’t a hood nigga but a nigga from the ho-od
See mama stayed on me so I turned out pretty go-od
But if you wanna try it sucker now then we can do it
Ha ha sleep, Tylenol PM if I pull it
Sh-sh-sheep, count ’em for the rest of ya life
Yeah yeah ya partner got away but now he vegetable-like
So so I sent his mom and dad a whole case of V8
He can die, any second, how much long it’s ‘gon take?!
‘Gon get it over with, oh what if, you were in my loafers then
You might be the dope but I would flush it down the toilet
Like the boys in blue, when they come through with them boots
And they kickin down the do’, and they don’t care who they shoot
But we do care who they shoot, so we do what we must do
So we act like we run track, then we run straight to the back
But they comin from the back, so we run back to the front
They say get down on ya knees we say what the fuck you want?!
They want cheese, they want bread, they want dough, they want mo’
Than I wanna give ’em but if I keep talkin they won’t know
That my cousin in the back, and we call him Roto-Rooter
Slash plumber, cash runner, and he fire on them computers
Log out!
Friends, Romans, countrymen lend me yo’ eardrums
It was a beautiful day off in the neighborhood
Yellows and greens and blues and browns
and greys and hues that ooze beneath dilapidated woods
Ain’t a thing could explain what pertains
to cocaine it’s a stain that rain
See summer roll around niggaz holla bout change
Then they steady move them ki’s like Bob James
Cause old man winter’s arrived, the temperature dives
November just died, December’s alive
Thus it ain’t no typical ride
Just individual’s way to bring home
the bacon when bacon was all gone
Makin it our own, takin me all wrong
We’ve all indulged in the bulge of those no-no’s
No you ain’t solo, it’s even lower levels you can go
Take sun people, put ’em in a land of snow
So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see
Sayin that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be
And I apologize if this message gets you down
Then I CC’d every girl that I’d see see’d round town and
I hate to see y’all frown but I’d rather see her smiling
*Wetness* all around me, true, but I’m no island
Peninsula maybe, makes no sense I know, crazy
Give up all this pussycat thats in my lap no lookin back
Spaceships dont come equipped with rearview mirrors
They dip as quick as they can
The atmosphere is now ripped
Im soul like a Pip, Im Gladys night (play on words)
So de’light from the sun would not burn me on my bum
When I shoot the moon high, jump the broom
Like a premie out the womb
My partner yellin “Too soon! Dont do it! Reconsider!
Read some litera – ture on the subject
You sure? F*** it
You know we got your back like chiroprac – tic
If that b**** do you dirty
we’ll wipe her a** out as in detergent
Now hurry hurry, go on to the altar
I know you aint a pimp but pimp remember what I taught ya
Keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart
Aye, keep your heart 3 stacks, keep your heart
Man, these girls is smart, 3 stacks, these girls is smart
Play your part
Play your part”
So I’m watchin’ her fine ass
Walked to my bedroom, and thought to myself
That’s the shape of things to come
She said, “Why you in the club, and you don’t make it precipitate?
You know, make it rain when you can make it thunderstorm”
I’m like, “Why? ”
The world needs sun
The hood needs funds
There’s a war going on and half the battle is guns
How dare I throw it on the floor
When people are poor
So I write like Edgar Allen to restore, got a cord? [?]
Umbilical attached to a place they can’t afford
No landscaping, Or window draping
This old lady told me,
“If I ain’t got nothin’ good, say nathing”
That’s why I don’t talk much
I swear it don’t cost much, to pay attention to me
I tell like it is, and I tell it how it could be
The hood be
Requesting my services, Oh don’t get nervous it’s
Step yo game up time, These ain’t them same old rhymes
Designed to have you dancin’ in some club
Niggas write to me
Woman be up in they tub
Expoliating with hey pom poms
Yellin’ “GO 3000! ”
I’m in my whatever bumpin’ what?
A 100 miles in
Runnin’ Runnin’ Runnin’ Runnin’
Summon
Woman
Come in
Sit down, heard you need some plumbing
Done and
I’m in
A swell mood
A rather swoll mood
Until she told me that she told (?)
That’s she’ll be back, she’s going to the store
I didn’t know she had a boyfriend, so the door
I pointed her too
I said, “Call me when ya’ll break up
I don’t fuck nobody bitch”
And never only Jacob, know what time it is
Nigga just tryin’ to live
Like a Nigga suppose to live
If I still drink that malt liquor
I pour that beer
On the ground for niggas not around
I started out starvin’
Now they got me out here Brett Farve’n
Try’n to see if I still got it… (got it…)
I guess it’s like the right thing about it… (’bout it…)
Now Walk It Out Like A Usher
If You Say Real Talk I Probably Won’t Trust you
If You Wanna Go To War, The Gun’s My Pleasure
Even Jesus Had 12 Disciples On The Level, Trigger, Whatever
Pumm You Don’t Want Now Dega 3 Thou
I’m Like Jury Duty Your New To This Part Of Town
Your White Tee well to me Looks Like A Nightgown
Make you Mama Proud Take That Thing To Sizes Down
Then You Look Like The Man That You Are Or What You Could Be
I Could
I Give A Damn ’bout Your Car But Then That Would Be
If It Was Considered A Classic Before The Drastic Change In Production When Cars Were Metal Instead Of Plastic Value
Is What I’m Talking About
Take Two Of These And Walk It Out
You’ll Be The Reason They Talk It Out
You Can’t Be The King In The Parkin Lot — Forever
Not Saying I’m The Best But Till They Find Somrthing Better
I Am Here No Fear write Me A Letter ’till Then
We work nights, we some vampires
Niggas gather round the beat like a campfire
Singin’ folk songs, but not no Kumbaya my Lord
You download it for free, we get charged back for it
I know you’re saying, they won’t know they won’t miss it
Besides, I ain’t a thief, they won’t pay me a visit
So if I come to your job, take your corn on the cob
And take a couple kernels off it that would be alright with you
Hell no! Yeah, exactamundo
But we just keep recording and it ain’t to get no condo
And Candy Bentley fanny with no panties in Miami
And that cute lil’ chick named Tammy that you took to the Grammys
See we do it for that boi that graduated
That looked you in your eyes real tough and said ‘preciate it
And that he wouldn’ta made it if it wasn’t for your CD number 9
And he’s standing with his baby momma Kiki and she cryin’ talkinbout
That they used to get high to me in high school
And they used to make love to me in college
Then they told me ’bout they first date, listenin’ to my tunes
And how he, like to finger nail polish
I say hate to cut you off but I gotta go
I wish you could tell me mo’ but I’m off to the studio, gotta write tonight
Hey, can you put us in your raps? I don’t see why not
Devin it’s the Dude you gon’ probably hear him talking ’bout
The farewell email from a female
but I’m a player, ain’t gonna tell you all the details
what it entails is hard to say like selling seashells
by the seashore, but she’s not a bore but neither a whore
who needs to know more
the kind you can’t ignore but want to open the door…for,
or run in your favourite store and leave with all them shopping bags and half of it ain’t your’s,
I did things for, ain’t rich ain’t poor
I want it to do more but hell I just ain’t know her
well enough to know if this is all she came for
but enough to know tonight excited she came four
times to my cousins house to see if I was there
get ya minds out the gutter man
we out here tryna have a good time
and here I am, all heavy with the words where
somebody that’s a nerd, likely fast forward
but shit they asked for it
it’s hard to throw up them deuces cause when you know it’s juicy
you start to sound like Confucius when making up excuses
chase the Cabooses until the track gone
I gotta find me a new locomotive stop making sad songs
Never has ev-ery member in one crew been so diverse
Tryin to outdo the last verse that i birthed, that is my curse
Your knight in rhyming armor sentimentally slay all grand dragons
Grab the sharpest no. 2 then i’m stabbin
Somebody let me a hold a no. 2 pencil cause they testin
Somebody let me a hold a no. 2 pencil cause they testin
@YN, Good lookin out
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Can I get a link to the 30 something remix please.. I cant find the one with out the ´Greg street´ yelling …
how can a nigga say dre not one of the best…..lets refer to one of you all time heros eminems tops 3 emcees: royce, jigga, 3000. nuff said
No solo album NEVER? Never never ever?
Would’ve been A LOT more convenient if you guys could post a download link for once… you know, like all other hip-hop blogs.
30 something: http: //d.pr/ofhu
^don’t know if they’d block it out so there’s a space after ‘http:’
‘Sir Andre with an accent, Three tripple ‘0’-Been Jammin’! Allawishus and Fat sacks been Ice cold since longtime!Salute from the ‘B’ Borough
@Dre ya man, hes terrible. should never have been a rapper. shouldn’t have killed so many songs. been one of the realest lyricsts/rappers/entertainers of all time. shouldn’t have won grammy awards. shouldn’t be one of the most respected artists by his peers. just terrible. how dare YN post something like this.
Dre, You are an idiot
Cats keep beggin for a dl link, u want these people to get hemmed up?? Its the internet take ur fat fingers up to the search engine and find the songs urself u lazy crabs…sheesh…listen to the music and foh wit the whinning
I remember reading an article a couple yrs back where Dre said his main motivation is hate. Back in Outkast’s early days,when ppl said that they couldnt do it,that shit motivated him. So pleeeese internet nerds,e-thugs,all of yall,start hating the hell out of 3k asap! lol I need that solo. Say what yall really feel about him because truthfully,alot of NY dudes didnt start giving him props until he “walked it out” (he was 13 yrs deep in the game by then) So I know its still some cats out there that dont respect him.
one of the greatest of all time. Lyrics dope and not in a punchline type of way like most of your favorite artist nowadays.
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You aint got no 3thousands lol! Theirs nothing to hate on. Andre is original what more can I say.
Co-sign Dre. he’s really overrated, not saying he’s not ight, but this amazing credit he gets baffles my mind and I know hip hop since…… hip hop
where is the LINK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
@dagooch your an idiot. unless you’re like 12 yrs old, you don’t get a pass.
yo any of you young ass bois on here hatein on stacks really need to do they homework… cause this is maybe the dopest mcs from the dirty ever.
[…] Elliot Wilson and his people put together a 3 Stacks feature playlist and it’s fire. Check it out here. […]
Who said good folks is not supposed to die
The same nigga that said niggas is not supposed to cry
United States giving out milk and cheese to pacify
I’m sure they got a cure for A.I.D.S., but yet it’s classified
You wonder why I spit the truth and not to make no dough
To make a difference for this motherfucker up and blow
In pieces
I could think of many reasons
Only when shit is goin’ bad, you want to holla Jesus
Fuck, I pledge allegiance, they got my knuckles bleedin’
From crawling
Got these niggas thinkin’ they really ballin’
when they isn’t
Don’t take my word, there’s niggas off in prison
That will tell you
That’s locked up for long time and won’t sell you
No flex
So congregation, will turn you text
To the book of OutKast
Chapter two, verse one
The first one that feel me
Jump up and make a joyful noise
You’se OutKasted
Meaning
You now have a choice, like that
Leather in the summer, silk in the winter
This is such an art, where do I begin uh..
Used to sing tenor, in the church choir
Really I was flexin’, but the girls they were fine
I’m the type of guy that notice subtle signs
When I cuddle mine, she ain’t even tryin
To look sexy, but even if she was so what
Mother fucker grow up, don’t mean to be so abrupt
But that lets me, know that she’s a human being
And being human’s hard, on the boulevard
Girl you got it bad, glad I’m not one
But yet you got it good, you are the hot one
But I’m Andre, Benjamin Andre to be exact
You hoped to meet a gentleman one day, well this is that
In fact, Dookie introduced at a show
About a year or so ago, I don’t know, mind slips me
I’m in the southern states, you know where all the pimps be
Dressin all boogey and carryin’ ugly cups
And yes you’re getting booed if your shit does not get down
And yes you’re getting sued by women who didn’t get up
Out their seat on the bus, and feet shouldn’t rust
And beat is a must, and we shouldn’t lust
But we do, I’m laughin’ at the calendars and clocks
Ask Scott to match the socks, what’s in your +Speakerboxxx+
+Pink and Blue+, you’re lolly gaggin, you’re slow pokin
You got me open, you’re playin wit me, darlin I’m not a toy
As if I need a baker bring’s the joy, you’re a kiner, the Tyner meanin the real McCoy
I can’t wait..
A is for Adamsville
B is Bowen Homes
See if I give a fuck if you like me you know I don’t
If she ain’t got a good head on her leave that ho alone
If she do got some good head on her let her sing a song
D is for what I serve, I don’t be on no curb
She ain’t no junkie neither, I ain’t no dope dealer
But she keep comin back three stacks must be some crack
Put that pipe in her lap, she ain’t know how to act
Now that I’ve got your undivided attention I’m
Gonna say this and run under condition one
Promise me you gon’ stack, promise me you gon’ ball
Promise me you’ll invest three fourths of it all
For what? So your kids, kids, kids can have some cheese
Can’t get with it? Get get get get get on your knees
Cause wealth is the word
Rich is round the corner from the curb
Don’t like what I write? Shoot me a bird
“im no island…peninsula maybe…makes no sense…i know crazy”
I met you in a club in Atlanta Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like yeah nigga right
But you gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how’s about them oranges
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you’d dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose wasn’t on the same page but in
The same book of life so I’d paged you when
I felt you that were getting off of work
Or either when you’re on your way to school
We starting hanging like Ernie and Bert
And in my idle head I’m thinking cool
Just when I think I’m going down your shirt
You’re hiking up your skirt now
The events that followed had me volley if your hometown would be
Heaven or hell
The angelic nastiness you possessed made you by far the best
Therefore hard to tell
You’d dropped me off by the dungeon
Never came in, but I knew that you were wondering
Now are these niggaz in this house up to something
Selling crack sack by sacks so they could function?
Well, yes and no
Yes we were selling it
But no it wasn’t blow
Cook it in the basement then move it at a show
Then grab the microphone and everybody yelled “ho”
Meanwhile the video starts playing
BET college radio and a van
Packed full of niggaz with a blunt in their hand
And one in their ear
You know what I’m saying
But, I kept your number in my old phone
Got a new chip flip with the roam roam
So it took me a minute to retrieve seven digits
But I promised I would call you when I got home
But, when I got home I never did
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur
Who replied see you later when he got the good news, that’s life shit
Now, I’m nineteen with a Cadillac
My nigga had a Lex with the gold pack
Got a plaque but I’m living with my pop pop
So I got glock and a low jack
You kinda fast for that fella in class who used to draw
And never said much ‘cause half of what he saw
Was so far from that place you wanna be
That words only fucked it up more follow me
Are you starting to gather what I’m getting at?
Now if I’m losing you tell me then I’ll double back
But keep in mind, at the time “keep it real” was the phrase
Silly once said now, but those were the days
When spring break
And Daytona
And Freakniks
Made you wanna
Drop out of college and never go back
Move to the south but that ain’t a Kodak
Moment, on went myself and big boi
Well you knew him as Twan
That’s right you were around before this shit begun
When Twan had a daughter and
Sort of was made to mature before the first tour
We hit the road like jack
Laughed and cried and drived it back with some Yak
Girls used to say, y’all talk funny, y’all from the islands?
And I’d Laughed and they just keep smiling
No, I’m from Atlanta baby
He from Savannah, maybe
We should hook up and get tore up and then lay down hey we
Got to go because the bus is pulling out in 30 minutes
She’s playing tennis disturbing the tenants
15-love
Fit like glove
Description is like
15 doves
In a Jacuzzi catching the Holy Ghost
Making one woozy in the head and comatose, agree?
Enough about me
How’s about you?
How’s the lil’ kid?
She was about 2 the last time we spoke
I hadn’t smoked or took a shot of drink
Cause I’d start the 2nd album off on another note
Now, that note threw some niggaz in the hood off
But see I’d balled out, and before I fall out
I’d Slow my Lac down to a nice speed
The brain is that fried egg I might need
New direction was apparent
I was a child looking at the floor staring
So changing my style was like release for the primitive beast
Yes I was on the rise, yeast was the street
To make bread-Never primary concern
Just to hop on these beats and wait my turn
I’d meet muslims, ganstas, bitches, rastas, and macoroni niggaz – imposters
So on a trip to New York on some beeswax
I get invited to a club where emcees at
And on stage is a singer with some thing on her head
Similar to the turban that I covered up my dredz with
Which I was rocking at the time
When I was going through them phases trying to find
Anything that seemed real in the world
Still searching, but I started liking this girl
Now you know her
As Erykah on and on Badu
Call Tyrone on the phone why you
Do that girl like that boy you ought to be ashamed
The song wasn’t about me and that ain’t my name
We’re young, in love, in short we had fun
No regrets no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he’s five
By the time I do this mix, he’ll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do the language arts
Y’all stand against the wall blindfolded me throw the darts
To poke you in the heart
And take you from the start
To one luxury transportation and a Marta card
Or either when your girlfriend that went to Mays
Momma or her daddy let her borrow the Benz because she’s smart
Or maybe if your neighbor does you a huge favor
And he sells you that rabbit that’s been sitting in his yard
You fix it up.. you trick it out.. you give it rims.. you give it bump
You give it all your time because that’s all you can think about
..And that’s as far as I got
In-slum-national, underground
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!)
Like a million elephants with silverback orangutans
You can’t stop a train
Who want some? Don’t come un-pre-pared
I’ll be there, but when I leave there
Better be a household name
Weather man tellin’ us it ain’t gon’ rain
So now we sittin’ in a drop-top, soakin wet
In a silk suit, tryin’ not to sweat
Hits somersaults without the net
But this’ll be the year that we won’t forget
One-Nine-Nine-Nine, Ano Domini, anything goes, be whatchu wanna be
Long as you know consequences are given for livin – the fence is
too high to jump in jail
Too low to dig, I might just touch hell – HOT!
Get a life, now they gon’ sell
Then I might catch you a spell, look at what came in the mail
A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby máma
Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers
Stack of question with no answers
Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days
Get back home, things are wrong
Well not really, it was bad all along
before you left adds up to a ball of power
Thoughts at a thousands miles per hour
Hello, ghetto, let your brain breathe
Believe there’s always mo’, OWWWW!
Now Suzy Skrew had a partna named Sasha (Sasha), Thumper (Thumper)
I remember her number like the summer
when her and Suzy yeah they threw a slumber – – party
but you can not call it that cause it was slummer
Well it was more like spend the night
Three in the morning yawnin dancin under street lights
We chillin like a villain and a nigga feelin right
in the middle of the ghetto on the curb, but in spite
all of the bullshit we on our back starin at the stars above
(aww man) Talkin bout what we gonna be when we grow up
I said what you wanna be, she said, “Alive” (hmm)
It made me think for a minute, then looked in her eyes
I coulda died, time went on, I got grown
Rhyme got strong, mind got blown, I came back home
to find lil Sasha was gone
Her mamma said she with a nigga that be treatin her wrong
I kept on singin my song and hopin at a show
that I would one day see her standin in the front row
But two weeks later she got found in the back of a school
With a needle in her arm, baby two months due, Sasha Thumper
Yea yea yea yeah yah yo
Baby did you hear that yea baby I heard it too
Look out the window golly the sky is electric blue
Mamma Earth is dyin and cryin because of you
Rainin cats and jackles all shackles disintegrate, to residue
Silly mortals haven’t a clue
as to what the fuck is goin on
I’m on the telephone, dialin the Dungeon
“Hello?” This Dre, bring the MP and the SP
Meet me at the center of the earth and travel carefully
Baby grab the baby cause baby it ain’t much time
Mamma Earth is tossin and turnin and that’s our sign
Omega Nigga IFO’s are landin in Decatur
Hope I’m not over your head but if so you will catch on later
Play the track, guess she could not take it anymo’
Rapin her heavenly body like a hoe, coochie so’
from niggaz constantly fuckin her never lovin her never showin
appreciation bustin nuts in her face when they done
3000 is over-rated now? Come on, Son.
no one from the A cant fuck with andre 3000
heres a link
http://ul.to/t9v57xcw/YNs_Playlist:-Featuring_Andre_3000%5B2011%5D.rar
my mistake….wrong link. fuck it im gonna make the folder, zip it and hulkshare it. give me a little while
Art of Storytellin’
“I started out starving / Now they got me out here Brett Favrin’
Trying to see if I still got it / I guess it’s like a bike think about it”
Got damn that line sums it up…
3 Stacks
LMAO @ Dre
R U SERIOUS?!?!?
No disrespect, but do ur research homie, u’re missing out.
we could def use that link No Mercy!
if u listen to what a job verse and dont like that you dont like hip hop please leave the site asap
^Cosign!!! I really need his album.
Big Elliot….what up potna. Thanks so much for this Dre 3000 playlist. How soon people forget….Outkast is THE MOST IMPORTANT group to come out of The South!!! Go back to 1994 when NO ONE except The Geto Boys and UGK, who are both from TX, was making any true noise out of the South. Then along came the ORIGINAL “Two Dope Boys in a Cadillac” and the rest was history. BTW…you forgot one song that features Dre 3000 at his finest C.O.L.O.U.R.S – Everybody. Record is FIRE!!!
so 3 stacks aint 1 of the best?….HA!..i see this pond got a rack of ducks in it!..no bread crumbs..3 stacks is *mark jackson voice* DERE GOES DAT MAN, MAMA!….HAHA..#teambongski!
@net weight
i said that was eminems all time top 3 emcees not mine so you the idiot for not reading. dre is top 10 point blank and he comes from the top group ever. they have not put out a wack group album ever and no other group in hiphop can claim that no epmd no tribe none of them can claim that amount of quality over as many albums as they have.
@No Mercy
tried downloading that, didn’t work properly. If you can put up a different link I appreciate the time and effort. And does anybody know about that firefox download helper that was mentioned?
damn this is fire..
nobody fuckin w/ 3 stacks. all those white boys who think em is the greatest need to recognize. cuz em himself knows. he said it. a working link would be nice tho. i tried to put one together but idk how to upload
made a compilation from your Playlist; Thanks!
http://hulkshare.com/o5juekr0ovl2
Made my on Compilation from YN’s List, check out my Tumblr.
Don’t pull the chairs about,boys!Try again.Did you enter the contest? Not only did I know her, but I was her best friend.What’s your trouble? Do you have any suggestions for me? Did you know that Stone ended up marrying his secretary?John asked Grace to marry him.We just caught the plane.The old lady enjoys a quiet life with her family.