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
Vertaling: Jong, Chris. Gettin "Jy Home.
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
pop to the base line To all my girls that's kickin' it, you got Chris in yo glass and you sippin' it You 'bout money and you gettin' it we tight that
' to you, sucker nigga, you can stunt all you wanna stunt I know you won't bust a gun, yeah punk, I'm talkin? to you Fuck nigga, you can hate all you
done some public speaking I find now-a-days it's just best to keep quiet But uh, sometimes you just gotta let it out Young Angel and Young Lion You know
cause you bought you a new E 320, and you wanna be a hoe like me Now you done salted my game Told my girl I'm a player, and you bought her a ring You
somewhere in the condos by the shopping mall. She's says I'm too young for beer and drugs. "Maybe when you're grown up, you can go and get crunk."
questionin you Lecturin you, tryin to get shit up outta you Crucial beatdowns til the bitch come up outta you Cris come up outta you, dough that ain't
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
suck harder than Maggie on a pacifier (Oh) What I'm smokin'll have you Aggie as your last supplier (Oh yeah) When you can smell it through the bag you know that's some fire (Yeah) Gettin
