can log on anywhere you're girl can take you there. World Wide Woman WWW you know I'm the type of girl. I'm a world wide woman WWW you can log on anywhere
Seems like our love is on the road to nowhere fast All my life I thought a love like this would last But every road can hide a corner we can't see I had
yo head off Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin' with y'all This right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it ain't got Sears on
off polices Fuck 5-star chick, got a porn-star bitch Ridin' shotgun wit' me, gettin' so wet Now she goin' down on me, givin' road head, bustin' on her
on the road Then go ahead you will get blaze on the road I'm Billy The Kid I just blaze on the road I got this hunger to be on the road, I can see on
take us anywhere We got one last chance to make it real To trade in these wings on some wheels Climb in back, Heaven's waiting down on the tracks Well
Come on, yeah I like to take this opportunity to thank everybody Who been riding with me so far, it's a been a long journey But they say your life's path
clever tells the pear on his quest with the terrorist sending MC to the therapist my microphone will be a family heirloom hmm, awaits a white rappers dominate rappers on
to get up and be anywhere he go VIP at the club, backstage at the show The best crib, the best clothes Hottest whips on the road, neck and wrists on
Hello, hello, hello Hello, hello, hello, hello Every anywhere, heights, plains, peaks or valleys Entrances, exits, vestibules and alleys Windin' roads
(On and on and on and on and on and on and) Over the backs of the lines as we growl, motherfucker We are livin' in the last motherfuckin' days This
bread with honey But to none of these am I addicted I like to remain free and unafflicted With the sickness of attachment The material road of entrapment Those that walk this road
this world we got more we could be So you should never give up on your hopes and your dreams You gotta get up, get out, get into it, get it on to be
I always fall for your type For your type (I just can't explain this shit at all) Fall for your type (I just can't explain this shit at all) Fall for
circulation Just a small indication to let you know Kandi Kain Equals no intimidation on this naughty demonstration Eighteen plus a hundred niggas that I run with On
beautiful day Don't let it get away You're on the road But you've got no destination You're in the mud In the maze of her imagination You love this