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Nelly-#1 (3:18)
Uh Uh Uh
I just gotta bring to their attention dirty
Thats all...
[Nelly]
You better watch who you talkin 'bout
Runnin ya mouf (mouth), like ya know me
You gon' fuck around and show why the Show Me get
called the Show me
While one-on-one you can't hold me if your last
name was Haynes
The only way you word me out, is stitch my name
on your pants
No resident of France (wooo), but ya swear I'm
from Paris
Hundred Six karats, total, nah thats pure wrist
Try to comfirm, my chains to yo chain
I'm like Sprint or Motorola, no service, outta ya
range
Your outta ya brains, thinkin I'ma shout out ya
name
You gotta come up with better ways than that just
to get ya fame
All that pressure you applyin, it's time to ease
off
Before I hit ya from the blind side, takin ya
sleve
As much as weâs floss, still hard to please
boss
Donât be lyin, bitchin and cryin, suck it up as
a loss
Cause ya, acts is whack, ya whole lable is
And mata (mater) fact eh eh eh eh eh eh, hold
that
(Chorus)
I am number one
Donât matter if ya like, herr (hear) take it,
sit down and write it
I am number one, eh eh eh eh eh eh
Now let me ask ya now
What does it take to be number one
Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers,
eh
What does it take to be number one, eh, eh, eh,
eh, eh, eh
[Woman]
Do ya like it when I shake it for ya , Daddy
Move it all around (wooo)
Let ya get peak before it touches the ground
[Nelly]
Hell yeah, ma
Love a girl thatâs willin to learn, willin to
get in the drivers seat, and
willin to turn
And Iâm concerned, bout that he say, she say,
did he say, what I think he said
Squash that, he probably got that off E-Bay or
something
Internet access, some website chat line, mad
cause I got mine, oh done wind up
on the flat line
Oh, if my uncle could see me now
If he can see how many rappers wanna be me on
Straight emulatin my style, right to the down
down, canât leave out the store
now, better wait till they calm down
I got Hell a shorties, come and askin ya âWhere
the partyâ, oh lardy, will I
continue to act naughty
Mixin Cris and Bacardi, got me bangin fo sho,
Iâm not a man of minute words,
but itâs one thing I know, pimp
(Chorus)
[Nelly]
(Check it, yo)
Ah yo, Iâm tired of people judging whatâs
real Hip-Hop
Half the time, youâll be them niggaâs that
fuckin album flop, you know
Boat done sank and it ainât left the dock (come
on), mad cause Iâm hot, he just
mad that he not
You ainât gotta give me my props, just give me
the yachts, give me the rocks,
and keep my fans comin in flocks
Can you top the Super Bowl
Keep ya mouf on lock
Shhhhhhhhhhhh⦠Iâm awake
Iâm cocky on the mic, but Iâm humble in real
life
Takin nothing for granted, unless itâs
everything on my life
Tryin to see a new light, at the top of the roof
(Baby)
Ainât not single, but I speak the truth
I heat the booth, Nelly actin so uncool (so
crazy)
Top down, shirt off in the coupe, spreadin the
loot, with my
Family and friends, and my closest to kin, and
Iâd, do it again if it means
Iâma win
(dirty, dirty)
I am number one
No mata if you like it, herr take it, sit down
and write it
I, I, I, Iâm number one
Cause two is not a winner and three nobody
remembers
Number one
Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers
(fade)
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