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
Traduzione: LA Guns. Sono The One.
Mr. Ski] Look, now let's put it all in perspective I'm from the West Coast where there's always a death wish Mothafuckers holler about L.A. It's not L.A
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 ?
les L.A.I Ca ne te rappelle rien ? Alors repenses a KD Marseille envahit n'est pas mon ami qui veut, N'est pas Mc qui veut Menzo On a traine notre rap
better 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
weep I sound ill to a beat, I'm workin with God While you riffin through the newspaper, circlin jobs The way I operate make surgeons applaud I'll murder
a sneak attack I'm strictly biz cause I'm going where Parrish went You ain't wack, you's a fucking embarrassment I'm making sense like your last record
beat is a perfect marriage, bat up, I'll hurt your average I'm a lethal, wea-pon, like Ste-fan I'm ready as ever, for any I'm terror I'll put 20 that'
from trial Meanwhile I profile with two, guns that I'm holdin in seperate hands, like I'm in the dancehall, bo-gglin I know that's when I had visions
, I'ma survive just how I been I'ma stay alive till the day I die But right now I'm healty, niggaz betta get up off my A bitch is nuttin we easily fuck
on your lip A dip in your hip, I'm snatchin' your shit I want it all so give me it Am I a Luna-chic? Uh huh, I'm a looney bitch More deadly than the venom
I first heard his CD I looked, damn an illmatic version of me A young'n with fame thorough with game New ruler of the borough I claim Thoroughest lames
) Handle bus-i-ness appropriate, we L.A. street associates I'm tryin to have some fun but peep this bullshit I'm copin with Niggaz with guns got they,
4-0, I really don't like to permote guns But I got one, a pistol grip shot gun My other one weighs a ton, son, kid, loc, dog, whatever Fuckin' with the
Some crystal, sixty thousand, and ten dimes of 'dro (I'll take 'em there) Last night I realized I'm dreaming Too late now, guess I'll finish what I started
, like a divorce court judge I'm not a rapper I'm a rocker in a grunge band I'm supa' fly, One hell of a helicopter stunt man (Yeah!) We'll make your
the block with the black puncho or grey Porsche With the Wu-Tang logo, C-a-l-b-o L-i-n-o, je m'appelle Bobby Digital I'm universal while you dick cats
