you know I love showin' you off Watchin' your baby blue eyes, dancin' in the candlelight glow All I can think about is gettin' you home Walkin' through
you know I love showing you off, but watching your baby blue eyes, dancing in the candle light glow, all I can think about, is getting you home, [Chorus
Traduction: Young, Chris. Gettin 'You Home.
than Maggie on a pacifier What I'm smokin'll have you aggie as your last supplier When you can smell it through the bag you know that's some fire Gettin
some public speaking I find now-a-days it's just best to keep quiet But uh, sometimes you jus gotta let it out Young angel and young ryan You know what
shaped you? Where you were born, in the projects, in the ghettoes In the upper downtown, wherever it was The people around you, the things around you cause you
of a man Who the mind over manner, won't beef like rude Chris You gotta know that you gotta go through Me and my clique if you want to get to Ludacris
Earth" as Chris Rock gettin hit by trucks, starin at twat A big cannon in ya G-spot Me not arrogant girl, me keep them freaks hot Whether or not you believe
a chance You niggaz bullshit with rap if you want (ah motherfuckas yea) And I'll be laid back ?????? (Motherfuckas) [Outro: Young Chris] Relax on you chumps!! Clap at you
in the ghetto [Verse Three: Young Chris] You wanna shit on? I'm on your boy like the narc's on 'em You ever heard a nigga's lawyer scared to talk for
nigga, nigga named M-o-e I represent that Southside, yeah the 3 hooked up with them boys off that Long Drive you know we stayin playa made, you know we
has shaped you? Where you were born, in the projects, in the ghettoes In the upper downtown, wherever it was The people around you, the things around you cause you
of the jects where the killin' In Park Ave where young Chris body found A number is all to add to task body count Watch it boy they'll show you how that
the weed spot it goes 1, 2 ,3,and Chris and lil' Neefie Chris and lil' Neefie Chris and lil' Neefie Chris and lil' Neefie Chris and lil' Neefie Chris
pain, chea uh-huh Uh, Young Gunnas, Chris and Neef It's real shit North of Death, home of Philly Uh, chea uh Lights is gettin' dimmer Night's gettin
, the cops are gettin' vicious the streets gettin' colder My nephew gettin' tall, my niece gettin' older, you know there pop That's my brother fam, li'l sis back home gettin
