One, two, three, four

And I was talking to you and
And you was talking some smack back
Where I come from the stranger to the ball bust
It only means that you become my bro and
Now I need a friend the calibre of my baby brother

When I was only talking to you and
Woo

And I was taking a chillax man
When you was tryin’ send sense my way
But I was content, all snug for the big sleep
Someone’s always saying you let sleeping dogs lie
Now I made a friend in death the calibre of the devil in disguise

When I was only talking to you and
When I was only talking, resting, waiting, for you

And I was talking to you and
And you was talking some smack back
Where I come from the stranger to the ball bust
It only means that you become my bro and
Now I need a friend the calibre of my baby brother
When I was only talking to you and
Woo

And I was taking a chillax man
When you was tryin’ send sense my way
But I was content, all snug for the big sleep
Someone’s always saying you let sleeping dogs lie
Now I found ally in death the calibre of the devil in disguise

When I was only talking to you and
When I was only talking, resting, waiting, for you