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

Motherfucker always claim to be the hardest
P.E, DMC, nigga know your history
If I had to leave Morehouse and walk into a ho house

They are not confused by a wannabe
I’m a asshole with Tabasco, you the last ho I would ask for
Original, original, I’m the prototype
Picture this in a frame, get torn out
Ain’t nothing flier than my fuckin’ rims and my tires
[Verse 2]
Original, original, I’m the prototype

I’m a artist that’ll paint your rigor mortis
That’s some gangsta shit
Original, original, I’m the prototype
And a word to the wise, you better fuckin’ recognize
When I wanna go out, red carpets get rolled out

Gangsta Shit!
Bedroom window, no curtains, used covers
Taught 2Pac how to keep it gangsta

Advance how you get 20 years in a hole
Nail in your coffin when the judge rock the hammer, nigga
Caught you in Montana, extradited to Atlanta
Hand full of ass, why should I retire
They are not confused by a wannabe
[Outro]
Leave you baffled and gaffled
Wish I was the Godfather, sell drugs for me
Young ass niggas they wanna thug for me
Motherfuckers love me
West Coast bitch, yeah that’s all me
You silly rabbit nigga, here come the tortoise
Big drills, found him in the landfill
Original, original, he the copy right
There’s a lot of you’s, there’s only one of me

The shit I spit might inspire the messiah
[Intro]
If you figure how to get a check out of Sony
Original, original, he the copy right
It’s all for my nigga Big Hurt, when I show out
And running through your house like it’s a motherfuckin’ raffle
But these motherfuckers never claim to be the smartest
Ice Cube, the name will live in infamy
With Too Short and the D-R-E
The drink that I pour out, the weed that I blow out
Oh Lord, thought I was preaching to the choir
You got 30 years but you my man still
Since Floyd and Damien kept rocks in they socks, nigga
Bet 10 that you ass ain’t got no soul
There’s a lot of you’s, there’s only one of me
And that’s how you get it, 20 years in a row
But all they can do is tap cuz for me
Check the original, y’all niggas digital
We all had to scrap with our uncles and our brothers
We all had to struggle if you got a black mother
Original, original, he the copy right
Who came before me? Melle Mel, Ice T
There’s a lot of you’s, there’s only one of me
Nigga no
I showed Biggie Smalls how to release his anger
Ask the young nigga that invented Eazy-E
[Chorus]
See you try to make a Snapple out of all them bad apples
Original, original, he the copy right
Grab that cold ass white man steel
The pyroclastic flow, this insane
Fast is smooth and smooth is slow
[Verse 1]
There’s a lot of you’s, there’s only one of me

King T, KRS and the homie Chuck D
Look homie, you can be my cronie
They are not confused by a wannabe
If Cube ain’t top 3, then you’s a bitch to me
[Chorus]
We made it too hard, check our family tree
Glass full of gas, do you got a lighter?
That I been on the block since bitches did the wop
They are not confused by a wannabe
This ain’t the banana nigga, this is Alabama
Cap pills, run like an oil spill
Fuck them tears, Tony Montana
To throw these lives in a lake full of fire
When I’m in this pulpit I might catch some fire
Original, original, I’m the prototype
So what you from the gutter