The One

Ooh ooh ooh, sugar sugar
 You are the one, you are the one
 Baby
 You are the one you are the one
 You are the one
 (Sing it)
 You are the one, you are the one
 Baby (for the niggas with the bumps)
 You are the one you are the one
 Oh the one
 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 mad circle in the house this evening
 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?
 You are the one, you are the one
 Baby (cause I'm the motherfuckin nigga)
 You are the one you are the one
 You are the one
 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 diz nick
 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
 You are the one, you are the one
 Baby (cause I'm the motherfuckin nigga)
 You are the one you are the one
 You are the one
 Horns
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 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 down for years now releasin' myself
 Lettin' my testicles swing from right left left right then back to the left
 It's that quickster, mad hister, nigga looka
 Beast known to make you give your motherfuckin hood up
 Cooler than a chollo, gettin' my stroll on
 Goin' solo, fuck all you niggas should be my logo
 Bitches wasn't down now wanna be on my team
 Cause I'm kickin' raps tighter than leroy on fame jeans
 But they gets nathin' but dug out like a booger
 Cause like Abdullah on car wash, I'm hip to the game of hookers
 Put the, put, put the needle back in time
 And I can still remember when niggas wouldn't let me rhyme
 Beat it Cleatus I used to hear it from record labels
 No doubt, deep down knowin' I take all they artists out
 But check me out now nigga, you can't stop the reign
 Here to reclaim the fame
 It's the four fingers up, two twisted in the middle
 So who's the nigga, mirror mirror solve the riddle
 You are the one, you are the one
 Baby (cause I'm the motherfuckin nigga)
 You are the one you are the one (fuck that, I'm the one, shit)
 You are the one
 Horns
 
 Am I the flyest nigga?
 (Yeaah, yeah-yeah)
 Let it ride