I'm the one I'm the one you want I'm the one you want I'm the one you want I'm the one you want I'm the one you want I'm the one you want I'm the one
Übersetzung: LA Guns. Ich bin The One.
a daughter All I need is some cigars and quarter a couple cars and a lawyer Kinda packin' a bitch and i'll be back with a hit I'm that sick, Who the hell
: I wanna dedicate this one to Robert 'Yummy' Sanderford and all other lil' young niggaz that's in a rush to be gangstas As a young nigga, I'm almost
strap with the back I be the F-L-A-M-E-to the-S Ya'll ready know homie I be the best I rep the 5 all day I put it on my chest Touch my flag homie You
I'm rappin I be watchin The Philistines, creepin up in Manhattan The sun turn up though Wyclef produce a track with Muggs But there's no survivors, they
I don't see shit positive? Know what I'm sayin? I rap about shit around me, shit I see Know what I'm sayin? Right now I'm tired of everything Tired of
me bustin', plow! [Drag-on] I wanna talk about bitches I fucked I'm a dog so I can't stand no bitch that hounds I far from a clown If I'm not knocking
a number I can't do Rather it be the streets, then jail where I die at And I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at But they too close, and
s not butter I told ya'll to chill, stretch all out like franks on the grill With a classic deal, I'm like a farmer when I'm playing the field Just painting
they gon' give me a number I can't do Rather it be the streets, then jail where I die at And I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin' for somewhere to hide at But
worry Can't get a nigga like Don dime a dozen Even if I'm smoked out I can't be scoped out I'm too ill, I represent Park Hill See my face on the twenty
there's more! Lily: ANOTHER CLOSET? What size shoe do you wear? Miley: I'm a six Lily: I'm a seven but I'll squeeze! Wait till Amber finds out! Miley:
I looked at the black one and called him a traitor I don't give a fuck if you got a beta Just take my fuckin picture so I can go downtown and bitch and
, i got you in my night vision Brain fragments on the street released Another nigga fronts hard, another nigga deceased I got a H.K., A.K. and a M-16
Maniac,I'm a rhyme brainiac,livin' on the edge of a razor Remember that Cold rollin' thick as a shake,I'm rockin' hard as a quake I can't live on bread
Go and freak your mother, go dig a damn ditch Get out my face, I'm tired of the press too You write about me, I write about you You think I'm violent
promised the rock I'm a live one, that's why honey holla for pop Hustle man, I ain't try'nna make a collar for cops Like the, sun in your eye, with the