I'm not the one No, I'm not the one Yeah Oh No, I'm not the one No, not the one for you Not the one Not the one Not the one
Traduzione: The Black Keys. Io non sono l'uno.
Cause I'm not the one No I'm not the one You wanted it all But I'll give you none Cause, I'm not the one You think That I'm normal But all these years
Ski] Ummmmhmmmm... I'm twistin' corners in the Beamer I'm dodgin' the police they want me fiendin' with Mr. Meaner And I'm lookin' for this bitch, I heard
lavish I got a pit named P, she niggarino I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino and I, think I got a black Beamer but my dream is to
lavish I got a pit named P, she niggarino I got a house out in the hills right next to Chino and I, think I got a black Beamer but my dream is to own
Loud. And I Know Im Not The Best Lookin Nigga, But I'm So Far From The Worst Lookin Nigga. When It Come To The Dirty, Me And My Nigga, We's One Of The
And I Know Im Not The Best Lookin Nigga, But I'm Only So Far From The Worst Lookin Nigga. When It Come To The Dirty, Me And My Nigga, We's One Of The
crawled out i hit a tuck and roll up and out into a flip and boned out now i'm zonin' I'm nine glocks and seven 380's richer i'm fit to blow the foundation
peace, to my man T-Bone You know I ain't forget you Yeah yeah, and I'm.. and I'm.. and I'm.. and I'm.. and I'm OUT!! [echoes]
meet her So I talked to Margarita, cause, yo, she was flyer I took her to the couch, cause I wanted to srew-drive her Now I'm not one for a speech But
understand me. I'm makein' moves I can't be standing around it might have been a good day for you,but I'm a tell you it'll never be right. I stepped
I don't speak, I float in the air wrapped in a sheet I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat I translate when my voice is read through a
car thief, nigga where your car keys? Crack topic, back block it Thirty-one long black top it, you can't stop it, gat top it Black Mack, black glock it
I'm always down for action. Many M.C.'s fall to the dust. Some will rust cause I bust and I crush. You can't touch. I'm the child of the wild, the flavor
one with life, to live like death is uncertain. One curtain left, and I'ma die with my gun bursting. Son cursing 'til I must become one with the Earth
me now I'm still a thug Nigga I still smoke bud You know I still represent St. Clair wig split shit, nigga what? This is Bone Thugs niggas Thinkin I