wanna ask where tha hell you been I like the way you be with all that personality but I got flava too you needs to get with me [(chorus):Brandy] I wanna be down With
, which, which one Which, which one of y'all Which one of y'all goin' home with Trigga? I see you at the club, ooh, shawty Walkin' past a nigga lookin' at
attempt to think or depression may occur, stay in your homes Curfew is at 7 PM sharp after work Anyone caught outside the gates of their subdivision
I can fly away More Hennessey, Niggas smokin? weed Can?t hardly see, whats in front of me What is wrong with me, what it?s coming to Somebody help me look at
, we in to see, oh cool Mami, you good with me, my love is bullet proof I homies speak the truth, my ties is really strong Now watch me hop out those gates
It's waiting at the school gate There's a campaign of hate It's waiting at the school gates There's a campaign of hate It's waiting at the school gates
Uh Yea! Timbo, Missy Oooh ah TWEET! Tweet: You gotta run don't walk, it's really late (Ooh) When you get off the train, meet me at the gate (Ooh) You
't get enough of you But I'm in a rush I got to fly away (fly away) Planes waiting up for me right at gate twenty-three (Planes waiting up for me at gate
until I made some tender coin Then I met some ladies from Marin We took the highway to the one up the coast to catch some sun That left me with these
' In a G5 tryin' to fit a bunch of broads in Then we landin', laughin' Chicks with fantastic asses Extravagant habitats As if you never seen tragic happen Make magic happen with
convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love. It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above. I crucified my hate and held the word within
understand this life How you help me With your eyesight Only when we touched Did it all come true How you understand my life How you helped me with
your reach All through your sentence you've become resolved to your fate Hear now young man and woman, I'll be waitin' at the gate And don't be afraid
your mind Get outta your mind, what? Fuck that shit, get outta your mind I'm a semi-truck, no fucking brakes Outta control like a bull at the gates
prodigal son Read the big sign at the airport Bienvenue from hell, mon amour Mon amour, mon amour Passengers with destination Passengers with destination Passengers with destination to hell PleaseTL: Listened~~~~~ proceed to your gate
it people we'll walk you through it Step by step, like the infant new kid Inch by inch, with the new solution Transmit hits, with no delusion The feeling
put the pieces to the puzzle This long, I knew me and my peoples was gon' bubble Came out the gate on some flow Joe shit Fat nigga with shoty was the