this, I know it may not seem like much but it means the absolute world to us. No matter how long the ride may seem once we get out of that van and see
Where do I go from here? Do I tell you I still love you? And where do I go from here? Do I tell you I still miss you? Can't you see you're a part of me
Someone screwed up about half past night Wish I'd been up I could've had a blast then run But I know know there's that one person everyone has That messed
[Mos Def] This song is dedicated to the mothers and the children of the revolution From Tupac, to Afeni Shakur and many many more This is for you One
have those things. Toiling has born too many tears, Turn 'round all those past years. Evening time to get away. Evening time to get away. Evening time to get
of losers) So I started a solo career (aw haw, yeah And I won all the awards (get 'em all now) And I drank all the beer (drink it all up; get funky)
And after that, I start freakin' out What the hell am I doing with my life? Call up my mom and get my cry on I order room service, get my apple pie on
was a way to explain Beleive it... how van I enjoy this pain when I know you're leaving And it's a shame we had to get to the end To get to the sex that
dime, or get fucked up, and yo' people won't find it all funny, well then if you cut and you act, then you dead wrong. Get ahead to get dealt with. Gimme
the kid, they'll be pulling down their socking' Cuz she know what it is, and I get the beer rock it I pop in my car let me get some of the topic And
Lamborghini liftin' the stash Even gettin' the mass while some haze be mixed wit the hash Whaddup? Pass that blunt, nigga I'm in the hood where the eggs get
keep it from me So many different women Tell me that they love me I just tell them keep it from me 'Cause that picture could get ugly Passionate as
Prince, but I don't have to show my ass Pass the rest, like a test, if you slip then you'll get ripped with your handicapped pass route, and Tales From
Y'all motherfuckers buckle y'all motherfuckin seatbelts If you need to get high there's a mask and shit in the overhead compartment I can't tell
an when you see us backstage nigga pass that weed The highest niggaz in the industry, 40 Water you drunk as me? Anytime Numskull (then lets get
? Driver: Yo Jah know dat traffic a deal mi wicked but mi deh down by four pon di dot!!! Chorus: Yuh betta, bring it bring it di ting weh yuh get fi
you may, well hey, let's get on with it Vocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted Out the vents of hecklers and fans Either which way they all hop on the van
me And says I annoy the fuck outta her Get in the fucking back, put on your slut powder You slut, what? Shut the fuck up now, or get your feelings hurt
