“I’m One” Kurupt (Ft. Terrace Martin)

[Intro: Terrace Martin]
It’s your boy Terrace Martin
What’s happenin’ y’all?
Yeah, yeah…
Yo, y’all remember these kind of records?
That Prince-type, Stevie vibe?
Remember, like, in the morning it’s your first to play
Stevie for that feel good
And in the evening time
It would play Prince for the freaky shit
(hey Caris, talk to me)

[Hook:]
I just want to be with you
Is there something I can do
Just to make you see how honestly
You should be with me
Tonight, is alright
Morning flight
I just got to let you know

[tVerse 1: Kurupt]
The bottom of the bottom of the ocean cracking
Little momma all up on a nigga, what’s happening?
I just left Paris on a yacht, floating
Smoking on a bomb that’s oh-so-potent
This type of shit you probably can’t relate to
Sippin’ on Bahama mamas whole new mate-too?
Now that’s the car that I’m a take to the premiere
Of the new flick with me and Snoop
Problems in the Porsche, TMACK in the Terris
Aston Martin, film festival Paris
Got me a girl that made her ticket
On nothing but modelling and popping bottles
And all she wanna do is freak with me
She’s got that low-key freaky frequency
Baby, if you want it, I got it
I’m up on it , I spot it on a yacht
And I got a whole lot of *bombs*