Only One Me

歌手: Ice Cube • 专辑:Death Certificate (25th Anniversary Edition) • 发布时间:2017-06-09
作词 : Ice Cube/Richard Bartell
 作曲 : Ice Cube/Richard Bartell
That's some gangsta shit
Check the original, y'all mother****ers are digital
The pyroclastic flow, this insane
mother****ers love me
Young ass niggas they wanna thug for me
Wish I was the Godfather, sell drugs for me
But all they can do is tap cuz for meLook homie, you can be my cronie
If you figure how to get a check out of Sony
Oh Lord, thought I was preaching to the choir
When I'm in this pulpit I might catch some fire
Glass full of gas, do you got a lighter?
Hand full of ass, why should I retire
The shit I spit might inspire the messiah
To throw these lives in a lake full of fire
Ain't nothing flier than my niggas' rims and my tires
And a word to the wise, you better ****ing recognize
That I been on the block since b*****s did the wop
Since Floyd and Damien kept rocks in they socks, nigga
Taught 2Pac how to keep it gangsta
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, niggas 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 nigga 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
Niggas know
Leave you baffled and gaffled
And running through your house like it's a mother****ing raffle
I'm a a*****e with Tabasco, you the last ho I would ask for
If I had to leave Morehouse and walk into a ho house
The drink that I pour out, the shit that I blow out
It's all for my nigga Big Hurt, when I show out
Picture this in a frame, get torn out
When I wanna go out, red carpets get rolled out
There's a lot of you's, there's only one of me
They are not confused by a wannabe
There's a lot of you's, there's only one of me
They are not confused by a wannabe
Original, original, I'm the prototype

Original, original, I'm the prototype

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
mother****er always claim to be the hardest
But these mother****ers never claim to be the smartest
I'm a artist that'll paint your rigor mortis
You silly rabbit b***h, 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 ass ain't got no soul
Grab that cold ass white man steel
Cap pills, run like an oil spill
Big drills, found him in the landfill
You got 30 years but you my man still
**** them tears, Tony Montana
Caught you in Montana, extradited to Atlanta
This ain't the banana shit, this is Alabama
Nail in your coffin when the judge rock the hammer, nigga
There's a lot of you's, there's only one of me
They are not confused by a wannabe
There's a lot of you's, there's only one of me
They are not confused by a wannabe
Original, original, I'm the prototype

Original, original, I'm the prototype

Gangsta shit !
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