Ice Cube – Only One Me (Death Certificate 25Th Anniversary Edition Album)

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Original, original, he the copy right
To throw these lives in a lake full of fire
If Cube ain’t top 3, then you’s a bitch to me
Big drills, found him in the landfill
With Too Short and the D-R-E
King T, KRS and the homie Chuck D
That’s some gangsta shit
And that’s how you get it, 20 years in a row
If you figure how to get a check out of Sony
When I wanna go out, red carpets get rolled out
Nigga no
West Coast bitch, yeah that’s all me
The drink that I pour out, the weed that I blow out
You got 30 years but you my man still
They are not confused by a wannabe
Gangsta Shit!

[Chorus]
There’s a lot of you’s, there’s only one of me
Original, original, I’m the prototype

Taught 2Pac how to keep it gangsta
But all they can do is tap cuz for me
Original, original, I’m the prototype
Leave you baffled and gaffled
Caught you in Montana, extradited to Atlanta
Hand full of ass, why should I retire
[Chorus]
They are not confused by a wannabe

They are not confused by a wannabe
Since Floyd and Damien kept rocks in they socks, nigga
But these motherfuckers never claim to be the smartest
Ask the young nigga that invented Eazy-E
Glass full of gas, do you got a lighter?
Cap pills, run like an oil spill
Wish I was the Godfather, sell drugs for me
If I had to leave Morehouse and walk into a ho house
Original, original, I’m the prototype
The pyroclastic flow, this insane
That I been on the block since bitches did the wop
Advance how you get 20 years in a hole
We all had to struggle if you got a black mother
This ain’t the banana nigga, this is Alabama
And running through your house like it’s a motherfuckin’ raffle
You silly rabbit nigga, here come the tortoise
There’s a lot of you’s, there’s only one of me

P.E, DMC, nigga know your history
Nail in your coffin when the judge rock the hammer, nigga
Oh Lord, thought I was preaching to the choir
Melle Mel, Ice T Who came before me?
[Intro]
When I’m in this pulpit I might catch some fire
Picture this in a frame, get torn out
Motherfuckers love me
We made it too hard, check our family tree
[Outro]
Young ass niggas they wanna thug for me
There’s a lot of you’s, there’s only one of me
See you try to make a Snapple out of all them bad apples
Ain’t nothing flier than my fuckin’ rims and my tires
The shit I spit might inspire the messiah
I’m a asshole with Tabasco, you the last ho I would ask for
It’s all for my nigga Big Hurt, when I show out
Fuck them tears, Tony Montana
Original, original, he the copy right
Look homie, you can be my cronie
Grab that cold ass white man steel
Check the original, y’all niggas digital
I showed Biggie Smalls how to release his anger
I’m a artist that’ll paint your rigor mortis
There’s a lot of you’s, there’s only one of me
Ice Cube, the name will live in infamy
Original, original, he the copy right

Fast is smooth and smooth is slow
So what you from the gutter
Bet 10 that you ass ain’t got no soul
[Verse 1]
And a word to the wise, you better fuckin’ recognize
They are not confused by a wannabe
Motherfucker always claim to be the hardest

We all had to scrap with our uncles and our brothers
[Verse 2]
Original, original, he the copy right
Bedroom window, no curtains, used covers
Original, original, I’m the prototype

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