Nelly - #1

Uh, uh, uh, I just gotta bring it to they attention dirty, that's all...

You better watch who you talkin' bout, runnin' yo' mouth like you know me, you gonna fuck around and show me why the 'Show Me' get called the 'Show me'
While one-on-one you cant hold me if your last name was Haynes
Only way you wear me out is stitch my name on your pants
No resident of France (Wheeew!)
But you swear I'm from Paris, hundred-six karrots,
Total? Nah, that's per wrist
Trying to compurr this: my chain to your change
I'm like Sprint or Motorola, no service, out of your range
You outta your brains thinkin' Imma shout out your name
You gotta come up with better ways than that to catch your fame
All that pressure you applying, its time to ease off
Before I hit you from the blind side, taking your sleeves off
As much as we lost, still hard to please boss
Dont be lyin', bitchin', cryin', suck it up, thats a loss
Cause yo' acts is wack, your whole label is wack
Matter of fact (ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,) hold that (Ayyyyyy)

[Chorus]
I am number one, no matter if you like it
Here take this down and write it
I am number one, ey ey ey (ey ey)
(Now let me ask you man)
What does it take to be number one?
Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers
(Tell me now dirty)
What does it take to be number one?
ey ey (ey ey)


[Verse 2]
(Woman's Voice)
Do you like it when I shake it for you, daddy?
Move it all around?
Let you get a peep in 'fore it touches the ground?
(Nelly)
Hell yea ma,' I love a girl who's willin' to learn
Willing to get in the driver's seat and willing to turn
And not concerned about that he-say, she-say, did he-say, what I think he say, squash that
You probably got that off eBay or some internet access, some web site chat line, mad cause I got mine
[Flatline]
(Ohh) Dont wind up on the flat line
Oh, if only my uncle could see me now
If he can see how many rappers wanna be me now
Straight emulating my style, right to the down, down
Can't leave out the store now, gotta wait till they calm down
I got hella shorties, comin' askin,' "Yo, where's the Party?"
Oh Lordy, 'til I continue to act naugty
Mixing Cris' and Bacardi, got me bangin fo' sho
Im not a man of many words, but there's one thing I know: Pimp
Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Yo, i'm tired of people judgin what's real hip-hop
Half the time it be them niggas who fuckin' album flop
You know, boat done sank, and it ain't left the dock
(Come on) Mad cause I'm hot, he just mad cause he's not
You ain't gotta give me my props, gimme the yachts
Gimme my rocks, keep my fans coming in flocks
Til you top the Superbowl, keep your mouth on lock
[Crickets] Shh... I'm Awake (haha)
Im cocky on the mic, but I'm humble in real life
Taking nothing for granted, blessin' e'rything in my life
Trying to see a new light at the top of the roof
(Baby) Name not Sigel but I speak the truth
I heat the booth, Nelly actin' so un-couth (So Crazy)
Top down, shirt off in the the coop, spreadin the loot
With my family and friends, and my closest of kin
And I do it again, if it means Imma win, Dirty

[Chorous]
[Outro]
I am number one,
I am nubmer one,
(What does it take to be number one?)
Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers
(What does it take to be number one?)
ey, ey, ey, ey (ey, ey)
I am number one, (uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, listen,)
I (I-I-I) am number one (yea, yea, yea)
I-I-I-I-I number one
Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers
Number one,
Cause two is not a winner and three nobody remembers.

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