Ice Cube - Only One Me lyrics

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Ice Cube - Only One Me lyrics

[Intro] That's some gangsta sh** Check the original, y'all n***as digital The pyroclastic flow, this insane [Verse 1] Motherf**ers love me Young a** n***as they wanna thug for me Wish I was they Godfather, sell d** for me But all they can do is tap [?] for me Look homie, you can be my crony If you figure how to get a check out of Sony Oh Lord, thought I watch preaching to the choir When I'm in this pool, bet I might catch on fire Ass full of gas, do you got a lighter? Hand full of a**, why should I retire The sh** I spit might inspire a messiah To throw these lies in a lake full of fire Ain't nothing flier than my f**in' rims and my tires And a word to the wise, you better f**in' recognize That I been on the block since b**hes did the wop Since Floyd and Damian kept rocks in they socks, n***a Taught 2Pac how to keep it gangster I showed Biggie Smalls how to release his anger Who came before me? Melle Mel, Ice T King T, KRS and the homie Chuck D P.E, DMC, n***a know your history If Cube ain't top 3, then you's a b**h to me Ice Cube, the name will live in infamy Ask the young n***a that invented Eazy-E West Coast b**h, yeah that's all me With Too Short and the D-R-E We made it too hard, check our family tree See you try to make a snapple out of all them bad apples n***a enough Leave you baffled then, careful then Running through your house like it's a motherf**in' raffle I'm a a**hole with tabasco, you the last hoe I would ask for If I had to leave your house walked into a ho house The drink that I pour out, the weed that I blow out It's all for my n***a Big Hurt, when I show out Picture this in a frame, get tore out When I wanna go out, red carpets get rolled out [Chorus] There's a lot of you's, there's only one me They are not confused by a wannabe There's a lot of you's, there's only one me They are not confused by a wannabe Original, original, I'm the prototype Original, original, he the copy right Original, original, I'm the prototype Original, original, he the copy right [Verse 2] So what you from the gutter We all had to struggle if you got a black mother We all had to scrap with our uncles and our brothers Bedroom window, no curtains, used covers Motherf**er always claim to be the hardest But these motherf**ers never claim to be the smartest I'm a artist that'll paint your rigor mortis You silly rabbit n***a, here come the tortoise Fast is smooth and smooth is slow And that's how you get it, 20 years in a row Advance how you get 20 years in a hole Bet 10 that you a** ain't got no soul Grab that cold a** white men steel Cap peels, run like an oil spill Big drills, found him in the landfill You got 30 years but you my man still f** them tears, Tony Montana Caught you in Montana, extradited to Atlanta This ain't the banana n***a, this is Alabama Nail in your coffin when the judge rock the hammer, n***a [Chorus] There's a lot of you's, there's only one me They are not confused by a wannabe There's a lot of you's, there's only one me They are not confused by a wannabe Original, original, I'm the prototype Original, original, he the copy right Original, original, I'm the prototype Original, original, he the copy right [Outro] Gangsta sh**!

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