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
Tradução: Ledoux, Chris. Settin 'The Woods On Fire.
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
: (feat. Chris Rock) [Chris Rock] You ain't gotta lie ta kick it [Ice Cube (verse one)] I know ya like to see me doin' bad But i'm doin' good, fuck
Bow in the prairie wind I'm hearin Willie singin' on the radio again America the beautiful (that song from 9/11) Keeps ringin' in my head I'll always remember somethin' Chris
: (Music by Chris Wood, Poem by Robert Southwell) As I in hoary winter's night Stood shivering in the snow, Surprised I was with sudden heat Which made
again All never turn my back on my city Since the neighborhoods Yeah the neighborhoods Here we go Here we go North memphis South memphis West wood Orange
in the night until the early morn' Chorus 2x [gangsta boo] Now it's time to get buck wild, nigga's on that chris style While my nigga paul and rowdy chris
a rottweiler Off the collar Addicted to hustlin And stackin mighty dollars O holla When you hear the Chevy beatin down the street Beatin so hard The chris
: All I am is a piece of wood Cut from something living Touch me I don't feel to good I'm cold but I'm not shivering You say I do not know, to say
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
