my brother Me and my brother, my brother and me Don't look on the surface 'cause if you do you'll never see Me and my brother, my brother and I 'Cause
Traduction: Black Sheep. Me And My Brother.
2] Me and my brother, my brother and me Don't look on the surface cause if you do you'll never see Me and my brother, my brother and I Cause you'll fly
is your best friend My mama prayed for me Tell the Lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me (why?) Cause when they come for me they find a struggler
, I strike em down suddenly Funny how they rush me, must be the money You hate me or you love me, don't ever (fuck) me Trust me, we can make the scene
my New York shit, ridin on the train on my New York shit Burner in the club on my New York shit Razor in my mouth on my New York shit (Ladies and Gentlemen
G:] Ha ha! Ah yeah! Got it going on like a big old fat high hard-on! (Hooo-weee!) Black Sheep in the house, sweet daddy Mr. Lawnge in the house, my man
countin' your sheeps I'll have some Crips waitin' youtube banger, tell me how that clip taste You kiss Lakisha in that mouth, tell me how my dick taste
[Ice Cube] Microphone check, heh, yo Heh, yeah.. (They won't call me a nigga..) [x2] Listen to the preacher man, but are you talkin to me? I can't hear
priest is holdin' A beast in sheep's clothing But I'm rollin' with that knowledge of self Cause heaven ain't just wealth So mister preacher, if I couldn't pay my
Why every Indian wanna be the chief? Feed a man 'til he's full and he still want beef Give me grief, try to tief off my piece Why for you to increase,
back like black and white TV's wit pliers Leanin on broke down cars, wit flat tires Flash iron, anybody tryin on, the blocks I'm supplyin on Madicon, my
A nickel-plate is my fate, my medicine is the ganja Here's my basis, my razor embraces, many faces Your telephone blowin, black stitches or fat shoelaces
I'm drippin heavy from my head to my feet From the bars that I spit to my name on her cheeks Catch me on the mixtape, Bentley with the Queen draped Pilot
so what should I do? I'm on a plain I can't complain I'm on a plain My brother died every night It's safe to say, don't quote me on that I love
Brother dear come hold me tight And shake for me leaves from the trees Play a game with me Give me your hand and Play with me A game Play with
hills You messing with the president My soldiers kill Kinda on my truths So I never had to fight But like your grandma said Even nice thugs fight Only hang with black sheep
