One: Big Boi, Andre From the bottom of my lungs a nigga be blowin, spittin his game Comin up on ya from the South, the A-T-Liens aint changed Cooler
bend over, let me see it If you lookin for a trill-type figure, let me be it Got the V-12 Benz, parked outside It ain't enough room to fit dem guls in
me Please believe College Park, back jumping mayne Sunday nights, Frozen Paradise, off the chain Youngstas flossing old school, wit the candy paint Sitting on chrome feet, old enough
Live) Africa Port-Au-Prince Knoxville Anvan Manhattan South Bend Albany Brooklyn - where you coming from? Africa Port-Au-Prince Knoxville Anvan Manhattan South
can smoke me all night until they pass out I'm cool with pops and I'm cool with moms But they don't know that we cool, me and you share a bond Franklins
(feat. Cool 'B') [Cool 'B'] Now first of all I know my story sound wild But guess what I swear to god I was a mama's child You see my mama left me back
don't melt '86 through '88 The game got bigger We done hit the block Squatin' baby ninjas On our way to school Park my shit around the corner So fly, so cool
[Hook] Africa, Purta Prince, Knoxville, Ann Van, Manhattan, South Band, Albany, Brooklyn [x4] Brooklyn, New York to wherever you at This is autobiographical
rough narrator strangulation gave him a red colla derrange writa paragraph makin the dead holla the mad magician flashin my south park diploma manipulate
ground hoppin and mumblin ... I'm The One! [Chorus] I'm The One, not the 2 or the 3 I'm the aggravated lyricist straight of the S.P.C. (South Park Coalition
to Mr Cool J. for giving up the props to the girls around the way. It ain't safe after dark to throw a jam at a park if you wanna get naughty bring
just turn me on While he down there quotin bed, I know you not gone sing that song I hit the chart enough to move off, my homie cool off, before you knows
got the plug, gotta screw, Money rule Dirty game, paid them dues, suffered the pain Name now nigga known as Thai (pronounced Ty), Stay high above the friendly sky South park
it's cool cuz it don't jump till sundown anyway It's Friday night, hop in the Benz, get in traffic Hit 112, PLM, huh, parking lot macking Smiling, girls
I see, just to get self peace bullets gotta release And no, I wasn't raised like that but you gotta survive In South Park your life is on lease Watch
without that nigga Lil' Ke But like the underdog, I was suppose to lose Made profit like a motherfucker, showed you fools Now everywhere I go, bitch niggaz so cool