Official Music Video
The One by Russ
Lyrics & Translation
English
[Bugus:]
Uh, it's been a long ass journey on this road
Its me and my nigga Russ we came to let you bitches know
Russ got the bounce like six four
I'm at the store buying blunts, the citgo's closed
The studio is crushed with some new flows
Tough like a group home
My style mean, my sweet sixteens are full of glucose
So you know you could never step to me
Russ got the recipe, I'll leave the rest to destiny
[Russ:]
I talked to God, he told me I'm the one
I talked to God, I talked to God
I talked to God, he told me I'm the one
I talked to God, I talked to
I talked to God, he told me I'm the one
I talked to God, I talked to
I talked to God, he told me I'm the one
So all you number two's
Grab your shoes, time to run
No everybody stop, let me show you how I do it
All my beats knock, there ain't really nothing to it
Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it
Lose it to the music
Someone ring that motherfucking bell
I pray to God but plan on coming through and giving hell
I raise my one, make a song, listen to my spells
I'm in the game strangling these cultures like Latrell
Smoking marijuana L's by the bales
I talked to God, he told me I'm the one
I talked to God, I talked to God
I talked to God, he told me I'm the one
I talked to God, I talked to
I talked to God, he told me I'm the one
I talked to God, I talked to
I talked to God, he told me I'm the one
So all you number two's
Grab your shoes, time to run
[Bugus:]
Sorry I got to do this
But fooling with Bugus is fucking foolish
I'm lighting matches through your Medullas, the fucking coolest
I'm puffing Buddha like a Buddhist
See we started off as students, now let's move units
Let's do this
Diamond album selling, know your records
I'll bet it
'Cause every record I fucking wreck it
Don't sweat it
Since I was seven I walked to Seven-Eleven
Bought a snack and wrote a bomb-ass rap
To be a legend
[Russ:]
I talked to God, he told me I'm the one
I talked to God, I talked to God
I talked to God, he told me I'm the one
I talked to God, I talked to
I talked to God, he told me I'm the one
I talked to God, I talked to
I talked to God, he told me I'm the one
So all you number two's
Grab your shoes, time to run
No everybody stop, let me show you how I do it
All my beats knock, there ain't really nothing to it
Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it
Lose it to the music
I talked to God, he told me I'm the one
I talked to God, I talked to God
I talked to God, he told me I'm the one
I talked to God, I talked to
I talked to God, he told me I'm the one
I talked to God, I talked to
I talked to God, he told me I'm the one
So all you number two's
Grab your shoes, time to run
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of The One by Russ
The One* (original Russ)
[Bugus:]
Uh, it's been a long ass journey on this road
Its me and my nigga Russ we came to let you bitches know
Russ got the bounce like six four
I'm at the store buying blunts, the citgo's closed
The studio is crushed with some new flows
Tough like a group home
My style mean, my sweet sixteens are full of glucose
So you know you could never step to me
Russ got the recipe, I'll leave the rest to destiny
[Russ:]
I talked to God, he told me I'm the one
I talked to God, I talked to God
I talked to God, he told me I'm the one
I talked to God, I talked to
I talked to God, he told me I'm the one
I talked to God, I talked to
I talked to God, he told me I'm the one
So all you number two's
Grab your shoes, time to run
No everybody stop, let me show you how I do it
All my beats knock, there ain't really nothing to it
Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it
Lose it to the music
Someone ring that motherfucking bell
I pray to God but plan on coming through and giving hell
I raise my one, make a song, listen to my spells
I'm in the game strangling these cultures like Latrell
Smoking marijuana L's by the bales
I talked to God, he told me I'm the one
I talked to God, I talked to God
I talked to God, he told me I'm the one
I talked to God, I talked to
I talked to God, he told me I'm the one
I talked to God, I talked to
I talked to God, he told me I'm the one
So all you number two's
Grab your shoes, time to run
[Bugus:]
Sorry I got to do this
But fooling with Bugus is fucking foolish
I'm lighting matches through your Medullas, the fucking coolest
I'm puffing Buddha like a Buddhist
See we started off as students, now let's move units
Let's do this
Diamond album selling, know your records
I'll bet it
'Cause every record I fucking wreck it
Don't sweat it
Since I was seven I walked to Seven-Eleven
Bought a snack and wrote a bomb-ass rap
To be a legend
[Russ:]
I talked to God, he told me I'm the one
I talked to God, I talked to God
I talked to God, he told me I'm the one
I talked to God, I talked to
I talked to God, he told me I'm the one
I talked to God, I talked to
I talked to God, he told me I'm the one
So all you number two's
Grab your shoes, time to run
No everybody stop, let me show you how I do it
All my beats knock, there ain't really nothing to it
Lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it, lose it
Lose it to the music
I talked to God, he told me I'm the one
I talked to God, I talked to God
I talked to God, he told me I'm the one
I talked to God, I talked to
I talked to God, he told me I'm the one
I talked to God, I talked to
I talked to God, he told me I'm the one
So all you number two's
Grab your shoes, time to run
The One (traducción LyricVerse Team)
[Bugus:]
Uh, ha sido un viaje muy largo en este camino
Somos mi negro Russ y yo, vinimos a que ustedes perras sepan
Russ tiene el rebote como un seis cuatro
Estoy en la tienda comprando blunts, el Citgo está cerrado
El estudio está aplastado con nuevos flows
Duro como un hogar grupal
Mi estilo es malo, mis dulces dieciséis están llenos de glucosa
Así que sabes que nunca podrías enfrentarme
Russ tiene la receta, el resto lo dejo al destino
[Russ:]
Hablé con Dios, me dijo que soy el elegido
Hablé con Dios, hablé con Dios
Hablé con Dios, me dijo que soy el elegido
Hablé con Dios, hablé con
Hablé con Dios, me dijo que soy el elegido
Hablé con Dios, hablé con
Hablé con Dios, me dijo que soy el elegido
Así que todos ustedes, los segundos
Tomen sus zapatos, es hora de correr
No, todos paren, déjenme mostrarles cómo lo hago
Todos mis ritmos pegan, realmente no hay nada que hacer
Piérdelo, piérdelo, piérdelo, piérdelo, piérdelo
Piérdelo con la música
Que alguien toque esa maldita campana
Rezo a Dios pero planeo venir y darles un infierno
Levanto mi uno, hago una canción, escucha mis hechizos
Estoy en el juego estrangulando estas culturas como Latrell
Fumando L's de marihuana por fardos
Hablé con Dios, me dijo que soy el elegido
Hablé con Dios, hablé con Dios
Hablé con Dios, me dijo que soy el elegido
Hablé con Dios, hablé con
Hablé con Dios, me dijo que soy el elegido
Hablé con Dios, hablé con
Hablé con Dios, me dijo que soy el elegido
Así que todos ustedes, los segundos
Tomen sus zapatos, es hora de correr
[Bugus:]
Lo siento, tengo que hacer esto
Pero bromear con Bugus es jodidamente tonto
Estoy encendiendo fósforos a través de sus médulas, lo más jodidamente genial
Estoy fumando Buddha como un budista
Ves, empezamos como estudiantes, ahora movamos unidades
Hagamos esto
Vendiendo álbumes de diamante, conoce tus récords
Lo apostaré
Porque cada disco lo jodo
No te preocupes
Desde que tenía siete años caminé hasta el Seven-Eleven
Compré un bocadillo y escribí un rap de puta madre
Para ser una leyenda
[Russ:]
Hablé con Dios, me dijo que soy el elegido
Hablé con Dios, hablé con Dios
Hablé con Dios, me dijo que soy el elegido
Hablé con Dios, hablé con
Hablé con Dios, me dijo que soy el elegido
Hablé con Dios, hablé con
Hablé con Dios, me dijo que soy el elegido
Así que todos ustedes, los segundos
Tomen sus zapatos, es hora de correr
No, todos paren, déjenme mostrarles cómo lo hago
Todos mis ritmos pegan, realmente no hay nada que hacer
Piérdelo, piérdelo, piérdelo, piérdelo, piérdelo
Piérdelo con la música
Hablé con Dios, me dijo que soy el elegido
Hablé con Dios, hablé con Dios
Hablé con Dios, me dijo que soy el elegido
Hablé con Dios, hablé con
Hablé con Dios, me dijo que soy el elegido
Hablé con Dios, hablé con
Hablé con Dios, me dijo que soy el elegido
Así que todos ustedes, los segundos
Tomen sus zapatos, es hora de correr
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