The One lyrics

Artist  : W.c. 
Song : The One



 Send "The One" Ringtone to your Cell 

 

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