WC - The One lyrics

Oooohh--ooohhh---ooh-ooh-ooh [Hook] You are the one, you are the one Baby You are the one you are the one You are the oonnnneeee (Sing it) You are the one, you are the one Baby You are the one you are the one (For the n***as with the bumps) You are the oonnnneeee Bump, c'mon, ba-bump Comin through the alley with a trunk full of funk n***a who is you? Who me? Oh, I be that n***a 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 this evening Get down, and ya don't quit Yeah yeah, that's it damn n***a, rock this sh**, rock it Aight, check one one, peep the blizzo My trademark, chanky as f**, with the slow funky tempo (what?) Bumpin, straight bumpin, neck thumpin Stick out your tongue motherf**ers 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 motherf**in n***a? [Hook] You are the one, you are the one Baby (Cause I'm the motherf**in n***a) You are the one you are the one You are the oonnnneeee Now when I look in the mirror, what do I see? Besides a shady-a** n***a 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 diz-nick 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 motherf**ers C-me in a beanie All-star so clean, saggin with my Turkish earring Down with the mad-a** zoo, I thought you knew I bring flavor to the picture, the motherf**in n***a [Hook] You are the one, you are the one Baby (Cause I'm the motherf**in n***a) You are the one you are the one You are the oonnnneeee Horns... Bring the beat back, bring that beat back, yeah Like that so I can f** 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, n***a looka Beast known to make you give your motherf**in hood up Cooler than a chollo, gettin my stroll on Goin solo, f** all you n***as should be my logo b**hes 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 n***as wouldn't let me rhyme Beat it Cleatus I used to hear it from record labels No doubt, deep down knowin I take all they artists out But check me out now n***a, 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 n***a, mirror mirror solve the riddle [Hook] You are the one, you are the one Baby (Cause I'm the motherf**in n***a) You are the one you are the one (f** that, I'm the one, sh**) You are the oonnnneeee Horns... Am I the flyest n***a? (Yeaahhh, yeah-yeah) Let it ride