Blended Babies - 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 n***as 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 [Boldy James] 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 b**hes run up on me like "Boldy, you that n***a" And all of em bad, askin' for autographs Some want 'em on they a**, some want 'em on they titties Probably want me to smash but I ain't f**in' wit' 'em Cause they know I got the bag, go f** wit' them other n***as 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 n***a From the drug zone, with them same seven sixes From the catcher's mit, reppin' that dirty glove Murder mitten [Hook] 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 [Boldy James] I drop a**, 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 sh** 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' [Hook]