Ты и я
F.L.A.G Lyrics
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Я такой простой, что ты космос для меня
Но, видимо, полюбила, значит такова судьба
У нас все сегодня мило, завтра будет как всегда
Я с тобой потерял свой сон
Когда приобрел эту твою любовь
Опьяняешь как текила, но на ранах соль
Если перегорела, подолью бензина
Но не изменюсь я, как бы ты не просила
Твои глупые подруги "ко-ко-ко" невыносимы
Не ставил бы перед выбором, если бы не любила
Забывай меня, теряй весь интерес
Сотри воспоминания, представь, что я исчез
Сотри сторис из памяти, сотри все смс
Сотри, что мы оставили. Сотри все прямо здесь
О-о-о, я снова один, ты снова одна
О-о-о, я снова один, ты снова одна
Ты одна, и я один, мы вдыхаем никотин
Вместо шумных вечерин поем песни о любви
Очень грустные дела, ты застряла в моей груди
Просьбу тебя не любить, не могу осуществить
Ты одна, и я один, мы вдыхаем никотин
Вместо шумных вечерин поем песни о любви
Очень грустные дела, ты застряла в моей груди
Просьбу тебя не любить, не могу осуществить
В том, что мы такие тут никто не виноват
Значит мы живые, это все нам просто в кайф
Встречаем рассвет и провожаем закат
Скуривая так наши чувства в затяг
Я с тобой потерял себя
Когда появилась между нами химия
Сумасшедшая, неадекватная
Но при этом всем зацепила ты меня
Я, подобно книге, открыт для тебя
К черту эти крики! Давай вместе навсегда
Это судьба, наверное, если ты не ушла
Проверены временем, ветренные иногда
В глазах наших много "но", все вокруг хотят все знать
Люди принципом домино упали и не могут встать
Много зависти и лжи, много грязи, много лести
Давай скажем, разошлись, типа мы не вместе
О-о-о, я снова один, ты снова одна
О-о-о, я снова один, ты снова одна
Ты одна, и я один, мы вдыхаем никотин
Вместо шумных вечерин поем песни о любви
Очень грустные дела, ты застряла в моей груди
Просьбу тебя не любить, не могу осуществить
Ты одна, и я один, мы вдыхаем никотин
Вместо шумных вечерин поем песни о любви
Очень грустные дела, ты застряла в моей груди
Просьбу тебя не любить, не могу осуществить
The lyrics to Warren G's "Regulate" featuring Nate Dogg are an ode to the West Coast lifestyle and hip-hop culture. The chorus establishes the catchy G-Funk beat as Warren G lets the listener know that he is in control, smoking on a pound of weed while his Pioneer speakers bump out the sound. In a clear reference to hip-hop rivalries at the time, Warren G declares himself the DJ who can bring the noise and dominate the competition. As he lays down his rhymes, Warren G reminisces on his childhood growing up in Long Beach, California, where he played basketball in the hallways and learned to rap from Snoop Dogg's older brother. The second verse talks about Warren G's early days hustling to make money while hanging with Baby Poppa and the Voltron crew. Gang-banging used to be his thing, but now he's moved onto a new way of life that allows him to keep making ends meet. By the end of the song, Warren G's message is that he's been there, done that, and made it out, offering inspiration to others who are trying to do the same.
Line by Line Meaning
It's kind of easy when you're listening to the G-Dub sound
Listening to G-Dub sound is quite effortless
Pioneer speakers bumpin as I smoke on a pound
I'm smoking weed while listening to booming Pioneer speakers
I got the sound fo yo' ass and it's easy to see
It's easy to notice that I'm the one with the sound
That this D.J. be Warren G
I am the DJ known as Warren G
Can I get in where I fit in? Sit in, listen (uh-huh)
Can I participate where I'm suitable? Can I listen and observe?
Let me conversate better yet Regulate
Let's have a conversation or better still, let me regulate the situation
Shake the spot with my knot, may fade
I'll make a scene as long as I have my money
Cause I don't like to dream about gettin paid
I don't really like to fantasize about money
I played ball through the halls, of see-I-S
I used to play basketball in C.I.S schools
With Snoop Dogg's big brother, call him Dirty Left
I played with Snoop's elder brother, nicknamed Dirty Left
Rack em up crack em up stack em up against the gate
I stacked up my chips against the gate
The homies tryin ta catch me but they cain't, wait
My friends are after me but they can't catch up
Damn, the street lights just came on!
The street lights have just come on and it's getting late
And my momma's in the streets tellin me to come home
My mum is on the streets calling me home
I hit the gate and I hops on my Schwinn
I jump on my Schwinn and start riding
And I tell the homies, "Aight then," yeah
I tell my friends that it's alight and keep moving
Verse two, (uh-huh), now what the fuck I do?
In verse two, I wonder what I should do next
Catch the bus to Cal State, or chill with the Voltron crew
Should I catch a bus to Cal State or hang with the Voltron crew?
And make a few ends on the side
I make some money on the side
Here comes a baby blue van, time to ride
A baby blue van is here and it's time to ride
So I hops in the van with my nigga Tick
I get on with my buddy, Tick
We groovin to Santa Anna
We are cruising to Santa Ana
And we plan-on, makin hellafied mount of money (hell yeah)
We plan on making loads of money
And what I did for extra fees
I did some extra work for more pay
Was break niggaz after work playin get like me
I taught people how to play games like me after work
I was fourteen years old, havin a sack
I was only 14 years old and already had some weed
Just a young motherfucker eatin ValuPaks
Just a young guy, eating ValuPaks
Shootin dice in the corners of the public schools
We played dice games in public school corners
And I used to gangbang, but now it's a G Thang
I used to be a gang member, but now I'm a G
And I still know how to make those ends
I still know how to make a lot of money
You don't believe me, go ask the Twinz motherfucker
If you doubt me, ask the Twinz, motherfucker
Yeah, check dis out, this is I'm O.G.L.B.
This is I'm O.G.L.B, check it out
KnowhatI'msayin? I'm on my little O.G. Warren G
I'm on my little O.G. Warren G, do you understand me?
And he just droppin this to let you BG's know
I'm just dropping this to inform all the BG's out there
What's happen, y'all got to recognize
You need to recognize what's happening
Cause this is why'know a Long Beach thang
This is a Long Beach thing, you know that
21st Street, but check this out
It's on 21st Street, but listen up
G gonna go out there, yaknowhatI'msayin?
I'm going out there and handling things, you understand?
And handle that shit why'now? Yeah
I'm going to handle that, right now, yeah.
(Hey Greg, I hope you was tapin that shit!)
Hey, Greg, I hope you recorded all of that!
Lyrics © Iricom US Ltd
Written by: Vladimir Didenko, Aleksej Makoldin
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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