(feat. LaToiya Williams) [Intro - Freeway - talking] Ha, we in here, these are the moments, uh [Chorus - Freeway (LaToiya Williams)] I'm in love with
gga one trick, one blood, L.A., New York The Game, the RULE, one love, guns up Hands down, can't touch, the flow is a bit much The style, wanna keep up
] Shit, one trip, one blood, LA, New York The Game, the Rule, one love, guns up Hands down, can't touch, the flow is a bit much The style, wanna keep
don't give it Wipe the streets wit ya like you a swifter as a gifter [Verse 19: Chamillionaire] I'm the realest youngster thats breathin' and I don't
wit raps, wannabe felonies Fuck sellin trees man, I smoke too much I lay my raps, get my traps, then I roast the dutch Y'all niggas boast too much, about
(Jerry Butler, William Butler) I stand accused Of lovin' you too much And I hope, I hope it's not a crime 'Cause if it is, I'm guilty Of lovin' you,
I'm bout to go, top of the world! Now I just wanna love you, just wanna love you But be who I am, you know you love me And with all this cash, mo' money
like my diamonds colored, watch it smothered (me too) Show off at the place of jewels, let the white man love it (hahaha) I'm too much, got bitches out
missy. Boys just wanna get in your too-too. Boys just wanna get in your too-too. I thought I told you that. They want in your too-too. And you march
thousand miles apart Too much of no sound Uncomfortable silence can be so loud Those three words are never enough When it's long distance love You always love
what ya momma gave ya Dance, too much booty in your pants Dance, too much booty in your pants I said dance, too much booty in your pants Dance, too much
oooh, I love this one. Hey Lil? Can you get me the file on.?" "Blah blah blah blah blah?" "Yeah..he's making too much money" Stop complaining (I know
that peculiar baby Peculiar as can be You tell me lies that should be obvious to me But I'm in so much love with you baby that I don't want to see That
feel Real love and the love ever after I cannot get enough I just wanna feel Real love fill the home that I live in I got too much love Running
feelin' short so I ain't have to tell ya' And I would never try and use you I care too much to hurt you, and need you too much to lose you We have mo'
them I wouldn't go there, for real it's too much (too much) Niggas say that my crew is too tough (too tough) Plus I smoke the black, hangin out wit William
the nickel bag of love, slidin through the groovy fuzz, Plants is the buzz Mad abornmal, is my flow, much confusion, enhanced in My scenario's too advanced