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
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
번역: Jarreau, 앨. 루프 가든.
a tip jar, sleeping in my car Hocking my guitar, yeah I?m gonna be a star Now, me and Deliah singing every Sunday Watching the children and the garden
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 State
every single room in my house See those hacksaws? Very, very soon One of them will be all mine Guys with nametags walking down the aisles Rows of garden
phone Let's just pretend that There's no one at home In our rooftop garden In our rooftop garden In our rooftop garden Up on the roof
em and out last 'em And if ain't good then I trash 'em While you stash 'em, I'll let 'em free And the tell me what they fantasy Like up on the roof roof
girl to curve Curve nigga No curve trick Curve nigga No curve trick Curve nigga No curve trick Curve nigga No curve trick Yo, damn Cam, why they startin' wars? Forced in garden
of wood or stone Walk through 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
bush And a little ole dried up garden and some woods way on the back There's a hickory nut tree that covers the whole roof Sounds like hand grenades hittin' the tin roof
wanna be? Tony Montana n shit? Well you can start, right before his ass get hit So when I walk up you can see the shotgun spit Ferrari roof go down
the champion I stream machine gun funk, trunk slayer Major Payne game hunter, summer time shine Mind controller, hold the crowd still hill top dweller Sell the garden
pale horses, insect lynches, dental flosses Don't practice witchcraft, I got a craft which shits My name stand between MC's lips like clits Threw you off the roof
Yeah, it's how we do This a little story about uh A nigga you know well, Knoc-Turn'al I can see you watching waitin' in my garden In my bushes plottin
