Boldy James - One of One lyrics
[Boldy James - One of One lyrics]
None before me, none to come i'm one of one
There's only one of me
They don't make niggas like me any more
Concreatures, 227 there's only one of me
It's a million of them
But there's only one of me
It's Bold Blizzles posted on McNichols
Totin' that Four Nickel with
My homie J Pizzle
On the boards make it sizzle
Blew out the van, ten bands now the rolodex
Rollin' off the skittle
You can taste the rainbow
But don't get offended
When your bitches run up on me like "Boldy
You that nigga"
And all of em bad, askin' for autographs
Some want 'em on they ass
Some want 'em on they titties
Probably want me to smash but
I ain't fuckin' wit' 'em
Cause they know I got the bag
Go fuck wit' them other niggas
When I was down, bad
On the come up try'na get it
Broke as a joke
Hoes didn't pay me no attention
Looked and talked down on me
I wasn't trippin' now I'm on
What you want cause I'm still that same nigga
From the drug zone
With them same seven sixes
From the catcher's mit
Reppin' that dirty glove murder mitten
Pure Michigan bred straight from the D
It's a million of them and one of me
You could never be him you just a wannabe
It's a million of them and one of me
They be gettin' it in
I really run the streets
It's a million of them and one of me
Pure Michigan bred straight from the D
It's a million of them
But there's only one of me
I drop ass, count cash
And pop macs out stash boxes
Pumpin' like some Reeboks
My Concreatures be black toppin'
When feds run up in the trap spot
Cause black had a? bout slap boxin'
On the service drive
It ain't nothin' but crack houses
Dope fiends got them dope screen, meal slots
Jackpottin'
Movin' bundles of raw, Utah Jazz Stockton
Droppin' dimes, reelin' 'em in, tackleboxin'
Got 'em on my line, listenin' in
Tappin' my shit i know you heard me but
My attorney be Matlockin'
That's why I'm black glockin', ridin' dirty
Back blockin'
Since the halls of Cooley, Call of Duty
Black Ops had big guns and some crisp ones
Flyer than Baxter Stockman
Chiefin' secret of the ooze
I was snatch boxin'
Skipped tenth grade to get paid
I ain't have an option
Other than trap hoppin', drop top rag toppin'
Pulling down that black stocking
Poppin' up wit' that mac choppin'
There's only one of me
They don't make niggas like me any more
Concreatures, 227 there's only one of me
It's a million of them
But there's only one of me
It's Bold Blizzles posted on McNichols
Totin' that Four Nickel with
My homie J Pizzle
On the boards make it sizzle
Blew out the van, ten bands now the rolodex
Rollin' off the skittle
You can taste the rainbow
But don't get offended
When your bitches run up on me like "Boldy
You that nigga"
And all of em bad, askin' for autographs
Some want 'em on they ass
Some want 'em on they titties
Probably want me to smash but
I ain't fuckin' wit' 'em
Cause they know I got the bag
Go fuck wit' them other niggas
When I was down, bad
On the come up try'na get it
Broke as a joke
Hoes didn't pay me no attention
Looked and talked down on me
I wasn't trippin' now I'm on
What you want cause I'm still that same nigga
From the drug zone
With them same seven sixes
From the catcher's mit
Reppin' that dirty glove murder mitten
Pure Michigan bred straight from the D
It's a million of them and one of me
You could never be him you just a wannabe
It's a million of them and one of me
They be gettin' it in
I really run the streets
It's a million of them and one of me
Pure Michigan bred straight from the D
It's a million of them
But there's only one of me
I drop ass, count cash
And pop macs out stash boxes
Pumpin' like some Reeboks
My Concreatures be black toppin'
When feds run up in the trap spot
Cause black had a? bout slap boxin'
On the service drive
It ain't nothin' but crack houses
Dope fiends got them dope screen, meal slots
Jackpottin'
Movin' bundles of raw, Utah Jazz Stockton
Droppin' dimes, reelin' 'em in, tackleboxin'
Got 'em on my line, listenin' in
Tappin' my shit i know you heard me but
My attorney be Matlockin'
That's why I'm black glockin', ridin' dirty
Back blockin'
Since the halls of Cooley, Call of Duty
Black Ops had big guns and some crisp ones
Flyer than Baxter Stockman
Chiefin' secret of the ooze
I was snatch boxin'
Skipped tenth grade to get paid
I ain't have an option
Other than trap hoppin', drop top rag toppin'
Pulling down that black stocking
Poppin' up wit' that mac choppin'