settin' the woods on fire We'll sit close to one another Up one street and down the other We'll have us a time, oh brother Settin' the woods on fire
Перевод: Леду, Крис. Settin 'Вудс On Fire.
a-sketch Betcha that you'll never guess who's knocking at your door People hit the floors Yeah tonight ladies you gon get divorced Girl forget remorse, I'ma hit you broads with Chris
a-sketch betcha that you’ll never guess who’s knocking at your door people hit the floors yeah tonight ladies you gon get divorced girl forget remorse, I’ma hit you broads with Chris
Scarf over your doobe Look at that Gucci Look good on your booty What's really good Can I floss you in my hood Tell you things That make you knock on wood
[Chris Rock] You ain't gotta lie ta kick it [Ice Cube] (verse one) {:02} I know ya like to see me doin' bad But i'm doin' good, fuck the police that
a sketch Betcha that you'll never guess who's knocking at your door People hit the floors Yeah, tonight ladies, you gon get divorced Girl, forget remorse, I'ma hit you broads with Chris
a cute Scarf over your doobe The way that gucci Look good on your booty What's really good Can I floss you in my hood Tell you things That make you knock on wood
Hmm, Elephant Man, C. Breeze Chris Brown for the ladies (Give it to her) Baby look at it startin' to sweat Grind it on me I told her, I told her, I told
kitchen, palm steady itchin boys steady wishin, talkin down on a nigga name, Ima hit the boulevard wet with wood grain, 19's gone be turnin got the wood
m over here get on the microphone and rip a funky track Verse 2: Phife it's the Phife and Shaq mission plus Shaheed's got the goods making rough daddy jams knocking harder than wood
wanted And by the way she never met nobody like me At the Graft and laugh I'm makin' her stare at things Cutty Cal Grese Chris havin' the paracleese
Yeah, Young Chris, M Eez, my nigga Free Wheez The boy, Twista, holla, my life on the track, okay Up an' comin', State Prop Chain gang, that's right Get
own, been workin' all your life Went to school every other day, working all your nights I know you're tired of the bullshit, ma Forget about it, now your boy Chris
'm killin it [Chorus] [Benzino]: Now we in the corner takin Remy to the head Put the Cardiers on eyes gettin red you like the chain or the watch or the wood