The One (Remix) (Explicit)

  • 2014.08.13
  • 3:57


Sing it For the niggaz with the bumps Bump, c'mon, ba-bump Comin through the alley with a trunk full of funk Nigga who is you? Who me? Oh, I be that nigga from back in the days Once again up in ya, Ain't a Damn Thing Changed Ahh, stage left with the right angle even We got the MAAD Circle in the house dis evenin Get down, and ya don't quit Yeah yeah, that's it damn nigga, rock this shit, rock it Aight, check one one, peep the blizzo My trademark, chanky as fuck, with the slow funky tempo (what?) Bumpin, straight bumpin, neck thumpin Stick out your tongue motherfuckers I'm comin Hardcore's the way that I swing yo Back in eighty-eight I used to flow for the crew Low Pro A seven year vet still strong as malt liquor So mirror mirror who's the motherfuckin nigga? Cause I'm the motherfuckin nigga Now when I look in the mirror, what do I see? Besides a shady-ass nigga slash rapper one of the first to stab ya Up up and away think quick oh now, images start to click I see your reflection, description young male holdin his dillznick Chest out like Popeye, deadly as Magic Johnson Droppin my third album, back for more like Charles Bronson Rhymes (what?) hey, hey, I got a million of em Takin this so-called gangster rap to another level The capital W to the motherfuckers C-me in a beanie All-star so clean, saggin with my Turkish earring Down with the mad-ass zoo, I thought you knew I bring flavor to the picture, the motherfuckin nigga Cause I'm the motherfuckin nigga Horns... Bring the beat back, bring that beat back, yeah Like that so I can fuck it up and treat it as if it was a four track Locked down for years now releasin myself Lettin my testicles swing from right left left right then back to the left It's that quickster, mad hister, nigga looka Beast known to make you give your motherfuckin hood up Cooler than a chollo, gettin my stroll on Goin solo, fuck all you niggaz should be my logo Bitches wasn't down now wannabe on my team Cause I'm kickin raps tighter than Leroy on Fame jeans But they gets nathin but dug out like a booger Cause like Abdullah on Car Wash, I'm hip to the game of hookers Put the, put, put the needle back in time And I can still remember when niggaz wouldn't let me rhyme Beat it Cleotus I used to hear it from record labels No doubt, deep down knowin I take all they artists out But check me out now nigga, you can't stop the reign Here to reclaim the fame It's the four fingers up, two twisted in the middle So who's the nigga, mirror mirror solve the riddle Cause I'm the motherfuckin nigga Fuck that, I'm the one, shit Horns... Am I the flyest nigga? Let it ride


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