The One Lyrics - W.c.

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