WC, the MAAD Circle - The One lyrics

O-o-o ohh ooohhh ooh ooh ooh

You are the one, you are the one
Baby
You are the one you are the one
You are the oonnnneeee
(Sing it)
You are the one, you are the one
Baby
You are the one you are the one
(For the niggas with the bumps)
You are the oonnnneeee
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 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 oonnnneeee

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 oonnnneeee

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 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 wannabe 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 oonnnneeee

Horns

Am I the flyest nigga?
(Yeaahhh, yeah yeah)
Let it ride