Ice Cube — Only One Me

[Intro] That's that gangsta shit Check the original, y'all niggas digital The pyroclastic flow, this insane [Verse 1] 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, cuz for me Look, homie, you can be my cronie If you figure how to get a check out of Sony (Oh Lord) 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 three, then you's a bitch to me Ice Cube, the name will live in infamy Ask the young nigga that invented Eazy-E [Verse 2] West Coast, bitch, yeah, that's all me With Too $hort 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 Herc when I show out Picture this in a frame, get tore out When I wanna go out, red carpets get rolled out [Chorus] There's a lot of yous (A lot), there's only one of me They are not confused by the wannabe There's a lot of yous (A lot), there's only one of me They are not confused by the 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 [Verse 3] 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 Motherfuckers 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 twenty years in a row Advance how you get twenty years in a hole Pretend that your 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 thirty 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 [Chorus] There's a lot of yous (A lot), there's only one of me They are not confused by the wannabe There's a lot of yous (A lot), there's only one of me They are not confused by the 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 [Outro] That's that gangsta shit