all of these things are falling in line Wake me up, wake me up This is inside your mind Wake me up, you know I can't stand this Wake me up, just try
When all of these things are falling in line? Wake me up Wake me up This is inside your mind Wake me up You know I can't stand this Wake me up Just
Перевод: Number One Gun. Wake Me Up.
ain’t enough for me Fuck yeah, light it up Cheech, come on Smoke me out, cuz Give me contact buzz Get me on track They love me when I’m on that stuff
Daddy, you told me that you weren't leavin'" "You lied to me Dad, and now you made Mommy sad" "And i bought you this coin, it says NUMBER ONE DAD
The one, the one, c browwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwn This extra curriculum is beating them down Ask the teachers, to teach me somethin I can use, because they’re teachin me
untamed, brotha Disconnect a boy like a damn change number Uhhh, hang up and try again I kill ya, wake ya up, and make you die again Spark it up, and
t cool when the rapper got the gun This shit a game to these crackas and they having fun The nigga you thought wouldn't tell will be the first one It'll take number one f**k up
head cause I'm only alive 'til I'm dead and (That could be today) Keep a gun with me cocked Come with my squad, nobody knows my number but God - and
me caught Little Layzie blew his head off get him up, and get up The bullets they start to get lit up Number one best start duckin' wid ah gun already
my knife Run up with that gun, gun, gun, and take your life Straight-jakket is loose creepin' up to get ya get ya But fo' mo killas number one Leatherface
You know Kells and Keri hook up Just like that you make it number one (Number one) Sex that we're havin' here girl, ooh (This is, this is number one)
bang bang You know Kells and Keri hook up like that you make it number one [Chorus] (Number one) Sex that we're having Here girl Ooh (this is, this is number one
from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side I'm like what the f*** you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me Lorna died It f***ed me up so much
these dirty raps Number one albums, back to back If it was 1950, do you think I'd sell, no They probably throw me straight to jail I tell you life just
number one? Who had niggers at the [Incomprehensible] Got my hand on my gun As I'm sittin', drinkin' and thinkin' I love you, you should've had my son Got me
