lirik lagu w c - the one
sing it
for the n-gg-z with the b-mps
b-mp, c’mon, ba-b-mp
comin through the alley with a trunk full of funk
n-gg- who is you?
who me? oh, i be that n-gg- from back in the days
once again up in ya, ain’t a d-mn 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 d-mn n-gg-, rock this sh-t, rock it
aight, check one one, peep the blizzo
my trademark, chanky as f-ck, with the slow funky tempo (what?)
b-mpin, straight b-mpin, neck thumpin
stick out your tongue motherf-ckers 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-ckin n-gg-?
cause i’m the motherf-ckin n-gg-
now when i look in the mirror, what do i see?
besides a shady–ss n-gg- 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 alb-m, 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-ckers c-me in a beanie
all-star so clean, saggin with my turkish earring
down with the mad–ss zoo, i thought you knew
i bring flavor to the picture, the motherf-ckin n-gg-
cause i’m the motherf-ckin n-gg-
h-rns…
bring the beat back, bring that beat back, yeah
like that so i can f-ck it up and treat it as if it was a four track
locked down for years now releasin myself
lettin my t-st-cl-s swing from right left left right then back to the left
it’s that quickster, mad hister, n-gg- looka
beast known to make you give your motherf-ckin hood up
cooler than a chollo, gettin my stroll on
goin solo, f-ck all you n-gg-z should be my logo
b-tches 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-gg-z 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 n-gg-, 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-gg-, mirror mirror solve the riddle
cause i’m the motherf-ckin n-gg-
f-ck that, i’m the one, sh-t
h-rns…
am i the flyest n-gg-?
let it ride
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