The One - WC And The Maad Circle
Sing it For the niggaz with the bumps Bump, c'mon, ba-bump Comin through the alley with a trunk full of funk Nigga who is you? Who me? Oh, I be that nigga from back in the days Once again up in ya, Ain't a Damn 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 damn nigga, rock this shit, rock it Aight, check one one, peep the blizzo My trademark, chanky as fuck, with the slow funky tempo (what?) Bumpin, straight bumpin, neck thumpin Stick out your tongue motherfuckers 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 motherfuckin nigga? Cause I'm the motherfuckin nigga Now when I look in the mirror, what do I see? Besides a shady-ass nigga 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 album, 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 motherfuckers C-me in a beanie All-star so clean, saggin with my Turkish earring Down with the mad-ass zoo, I thought you knew I bring flavor to the picture, the motherfuckin nigga Cause I'm the motherfuckin nigga Horns... Bring the beat back, bring that beat back, yeah Like that so I can fuck it up and treat it as if it was a four track Locked dow
Artist: WC And The Maad Circle
Title: The One