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
Traduzione: Ledoux, Chris. Settin 'The Woods On Fire.
(feat. Lil' O, Carleone "Mike D", Chris Ward) [Chorus x2] [Lil' O (H.A.W.K)] Hey nigga that's me (that's me) I stay underground so I can shine and stack
at that Gucci Look good on your booty What's really good Can I floss you in my hood Tell you things Tell you things that you need i mean knock on wood
The Words of the Forest-King on the Eve of the Nexus: I am the immortal King of the Deep Woods, Servitor of the Old Gods of the Forest... I hear the
[talking:] Jiggy check, Boyz N' Blue Exclusive shit freestyle, I'm C. Wigga Ya know ay, you wanna see my what Uh yeah uh say, look out [Chris Ward:]
Pass the dutch Daily in the do', got cash to touch [Kyleon:] I pull up looking good, with the woman on the hood Top dropping fifth falling, hand fondling the wood
We sipping on that bar, and we're leaning mayn I got diamonds on my wrist, and diamonds all in my grill Houston Texas where I live, and I keep it trill [Chris
the gangstas roll Pimps and Poverlous [Verse 1] Yo, soon as the weather get hot Pull out the garage with the cl6 drop Bottles of bub, in the club The chris
(feat. Lil Flip, Big Pokey, Chris Ward, Papa Reu, Marilyn) [Marilyn singing] [Papa Reu talking] [C-Note] We flossing they glossing, big bossing for
shine down South, got em shooken up Burberry Jags, Burberry rags 4-4 mag, make my Burberry sag Steady dropping heat, niggaz can't compete Got the new Navigator, with the fold out seats Banging Chris
in ya sight That's the way it is in the streets, Niggaz never wanna see you good That's coach leather on the seats, That's cherry grain on the wood Yea
and pass Dogs grab your guns gang state your names I'm a pimp in your hood and I'm changin the game Well excuse me miss, I got a bottle of Chris' No dat
go... Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go... Tell me when to go... Go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb [Verse 1: E-40] Ooh. Jesus Christ
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
to the front and to the side In the Lac-Lac with a blunt, now where the light) [E.S.G.:] I'm back in my hood, we gripping wood we call it grain It's
Tripp+ed for tryna to walk in Lauryn's +Hills+ Water dripped outta Farrah's +Fawcett+ in the glass She was "Superfly", Curtis +Mayfield+ her ass Chris
see I was raised wit a twist my mama sold dope and my daddy was a pimp that's my script sold my first brick in 10th wit Chris juss tryin to get some
