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