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

Hand full of ass, why should I retire
[Chorus]
With Too Short and the D-R-E
If Cube ain’t top 3, then you’s a bitch to me
They are not confused by a wannabe
King T, KRS and the homie Chuck D
Original, original, I’m the prototype

Original, original, he the copy right
[Verse 1]
I’m a asshole with Tabasco, you the last ho I would ask for
The shit I spit might inspire the messiah
Ain’t nothing flier than my fuckin’ rims and my tires
Cap pills, run like an oil spill
To throw these lives in a lake full of fire
There’s a lot of you’s, there’s only one of me
Original, original, I’m the prototype
They are not confused by a wannabe
Advance how you get 20 years in a hole
Original, original, he the copy right
The pyroclastic flow, this insane
The drink that I pour out, the weed that I blow out
Nail in your coffin when the judge rock the hammer, nigga
It’s all for my nigga Big Hurt, when I show out
Original, original, I’m the prototype
We all had to scrap with our uncles and our brothers
Who came before me? Melle Mel, Ice T
[Intro]
But these motherfuckers never claim to be the smartest

Bedroom window, no curtains, used covers
I’m a artist that’ll paint your rigor mortis
If you figure how to get a check out of Sony
Young ass niggas they wanna thug for me
If I had to leave Morehouse and walk into a ho house
Motherfuckers love me
P.E, DMC, nigga know your history
Taught 2Pac how to keep it gangsta
There’s a lot of you’s, there’s only one of me

Oh Lord, thought I was preaching to the choir
When I’m in this pulpit I might catch some fire
This ain’t the banana nigga, this is Alabama
Glass full of gas, do you got a lighter?
They are not confused by a wannabe
You silly rabbit nigga, here come the tortoise
Leave you baffled and gaffled
Grab that cold ass white man steel
They are not confused by a wannabe
Check the original, y’all niggas digital
There’s a lot of you’s, there’s only one of me
Nigga no
Fuck them tears, Tony Montana
Original, original, he the copy right
Motherfucker always claim to be the hardest
Wish I was the Godfather, sell drugs for me
See you try to make a Snapple out of all them bad apples
Fast is smooth and smooth is slow
That I been on the block since bitches did the wop
[Outro]
I showed Biggie Smalls how to release his anger
Ice Cube, the name will live in infamy
Original, original, he the copy right
There’s a lot of you’s, there’s only one of me
We made it too hard, check our family tree
West Coast bitch, yeah that’s all me
Caught you in Montana, extradited to Atlanta

And a word to the wise, you better fuckin’ recognize
Original, original, I’m the prototype

Big drills, found him in the landfill
But all they can do is tap cuz for me
[Verse 2]
When I wanna go out, red carpets get rolled out
Since Floyd and Damien kept rocks in they socks, nigga
Bet 10 that you ass ain’t got no soul
So what you from the gutter
That’s some gangsta shit
Picture this in a frame, get torn out
Look homie, you can be my cronie
[Chorus]

And that’s how you get it, 20 years in a row
Ask the young nigga that invented Eazy-E
And running through your house like it’s a motherfuckin’ raffle
Gangsta Shit!
We all had to struggle if you got a black mother
You got 30 years but you my man still