CHORUS: Does anyone wanna go waltzing in the garden? Does anyone wanna go dance up on the roof? (repeat) On the town, Sequins evening gown. Climb those
garden? Does anyone wanna go Dance up on the roof? Does anyone wanna go Waltzing in the garden? Does anyone wanna go Dance up on the roof? On the town
Traduzione: Jarreau, Al. Giardino pensile.
see a fuck up, a bum knuckle up with a taxi driver a squatter, a grandfather, an angry right-to-lifer I can see the roof garden on the apartment across
one of wood or stone Walk thru my door of desire, baby Come on in and make it your home Don't need a window to watch you, baby Don't need no roof overhead
heard on the roof When I was curled up by the fire And I've sometimes been heard by the fire When I was about on the roof At least they all heard that
nigga no curve trick 'curve nigga no curve trick 'curve nigga no curve trick 'curve nigga no curve trick [Verse 2: Cam'ron] Yo damn cam why they startin wars forced in garden
West Indian beatin That's what you get for fuckin with this lyrical demon My bloodstream's been, contaminated for eons I got cast out of heaven for treason Got cast out of the Garden
step on the scene [on the scene] That's a magic show [magic show] watch the baguettes glow My mouth like a garden 18 carrots in a row [in a row] Propped
than Minds of Minolta Preachin better than preacher up on an altar (Amen boy) I feel that I have pardoned, pardoned No need for bad grammar startin in my MC garden
tip jar Sleepin' in my car Hockin' my guitar Yeah I'm gonna be a star Now me and Delia singin' every Sunday Watchin' the children and the garden grow
say Those were the greatest days of all I used to wait by the garden gate Where the hummingbirds came ev'ry day To kiss the yellow roses Growing up the garden
piled high In which to take along Travelling many miles knowing they'd get here When they got here all exhausted On the roof leaks they got started
Ladies and Gentlemen Live from Madison funky garden ... Five Let's get ready to rumble [Chorus:] Get on down in the gutter getting nasty bring that
the back streets of dirty Jersey Troops with scully hats and Timberland boots No more break-dancing for loot. Niggas hustle and shoot In the Garden
