Only One Me lyrics

That's some gangsta shit

Check the original, y'all niggas digital

The pyroclastic flow, this insane

Motherfuckers 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 cause for me

Look 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 fuckin' rims and my tires

And a word to the wise, you better fuckin' recognize

That I been on the block since bitches 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, nigga know your history

If Cube ain't top 3, then you's a bitch to me

Ice Cube, the name will live in infamy

Ask the young nigga that invented Eazy-E

West Coast bitch, 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

Nigga no

Leave you baffled and gaffled

And running through your house like it's a motherfuckin' raffle

I'm a asshole 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 weed 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, he the copy right

Original, original, I'm the prototype

Original, original, he the copy right

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

Motherfucker always claim to be the hardest

But these motherfuckers never claim to be the smartest

I'm a artist that'll paint your rigor mortis

You silly rabbit nigga, 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

Fuck them tears, Tony Montana

Caught you in Montana, extradited to Atlanta

This ain't the banana nigga, 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, he the copy right

Original, original, I'm the prototype

Original, original, he the copy right

Gangsta Shit!

• Artist:Ice Cube
• Album:Death Certificate (25th Anniversary Edition)