Come on baby lets just go what's taking you so long don't be scared let's get this party started Chores) Just come on baby don't be sared just fowlled
It's too far, it's too fast It's too quick and it won't last Isn't that right but it's not wrong There's no time, move along But I've come much too far
And the sky was open like a Valentine All the lacy lights where wishes fall And like Shakespeare's child, I wished on them all To be your destiny was
slow grindin' to a slow song Now give me my neck bone, you feelin' so tender Let me place some of this teddy penda What's on my agenda, putting ice on
what you see Won't you come over and check up on it? I'ma let you work up on it Ladies let ?im check up on it Watch it while he check up on it Dip it
I'm reachin' out and praying you'd come back again It's just darkness of evenin' And you're the only place my heart has ever been Wherever you are right now, come
that Charlie, how your Angels get down like that? Destiny's child, wassup? You in the house? Sure 'nuff We'll break these people off Angel style Child of destiny
You're buggin' me and don't you see it ain't cool Come on, come on, come on Yo who's buggin' who? Destiny is comin' through Wyclef, Jerry Wonder 'bout
Charlie, how your Angels get down like that Destiny's Child Wassup? You In the house Sho nuff We gonna break these people off Angel style Child of Destiny
's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Boy I know you want me I can see it in your eyes But you keep on frontin' won't you say what's on your mind 'Cause
like what you see Won't you come over check up on it, I'ma let you work up on it Ladies let 'em check up on it, watch him while he check up on it Dip
someone to lead you Stop actin' like an infant, I'm tired of force feedin' you You can't keep runnin' from the destiny that's meetin' you It's your own
strippin', workin' out on the block Up on the phone, talkin' about (my skin is tan like the front of your hand) (And my hair...) (Well my hair's alright
if this song don't sell one copy That's not even what it's for, it's for you, my boy You gotta keep going on, you gotta keep moving on Be strong, be
's time to stop the killing I said it's time to stop the stealing It's time to stop disrespecting our women It's time for us to come home and raise our
press the brakes, gotta investigate What I do know to you it don't matter Whether my pockets is slim or fatter Whether it's BBQ's or Mr. Child's platter
