we're doing this And all the secrets that we've kept Have kept us from the best of this The best of you and me The best of you and me Control this,
we're doing this. And all the secrets that we've kept, have kept us from the best of this. The best of you and me. The best of you and me. Control this
Перевод: Number One Gun. Best Of You And Me.
great one Wait, the day ain’t funny man It’s urgent I need one Two boxes of detergent and a paint gun And an emergency squirt gun to spray A-1 So one
me the Henny, you can give me the Cris You can pass me the Remi, but the pass the Courvoisier [P. Diddy] Give me the ass, you could give me the dough
ten is meaning best then we are votin who the man Jumpin out the Lam-borghini, they like damn Wanna be like him so I can get me one of them I ain't gon
my shit drop Treat you like your momma, give you lip a pop Nigga you don't want my clip to drop Cause that means I'm empty, and you're full of it
transform into a time bomb You don't wanna borrow that, you wanna idolize And you don't wanna make me mad nigga you wanna socalize And I'm daring
I've been up And I've been down And I've been fast And I've been slow And I've been square And I've been round And I've been high And I've been
full of their shit and take flight on these niggas 'Bout to show these so-called Wig-splitters and nigg-hitters Who the man be, and what the number one
In ’91 ice cube grew stronger and bigger And I’m the wrong nigga to fuck with "one-and-two, ah-three-e-and-ah-four-and.." "wait a minute, wait a minute
up, and make you die again Spark it up, and make a nigga block fry again Go ta jail, and do life, not five ta ten Me, Lil' Mario, and Toolie, that's my
wild brothers With more than one name and more than one baby mother More than one chase, been on more than one run Got more than one enemy and more than one gun
You cannot petition the lord with prayer! Can you give me sanctuary I must find a place to hide A place for me to hide Can you find me soft asylum
me some shit, you can give me the cribs You can give me whatever just pass the Courvoisier Give me the Henny, you can give me the Cris And you can pass me
smoke And 'cause we soft spoken, doesn't mean that we've forgotten Your bootie smells rotten and one day you will be gotten And see jokers is scatter
with the glock gun Nigga, you best start run, duckin' the shotgun Leavin' 'em up off my block stunned One eighty seven lesson and we done told ya You
