Number One Songtext

von Nelly

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I just goona bring it to
They attention dirty
That's all...
You better watch
Who you talking about
Runnin your mouth
Like you know me
You gonn fuck around
And check
Why they surely
They call me
"show me"
Why one-on-one
You can't hold me
If your last name
Was Haynes
Only way
You wear me out
Is stretch my name
On your pen
No resident of France
But you swear
I'm from Paris
106 Karats
Told em "Naw that's
Pure rich"
Trying to compare this
My chain to your chain
I'm like sprint and
Motorola
No service, out of your
Range
Your out of your brains
Thinking I'ma shout
Out your name
You gotta come out with
Better ways, than that
To catch your fame
Only pressure
You applying
Is time to ease off
Before I hit you from
The blind side
Taking your sleeves off
As much as we's lost
Still hard
To please boss
Don't be lying
And crying
Sucking the bezzel loss
Cause your
Ass is wack
Your whole
Lable is wack
And matter fact
Hear that

Chorus:
I-am-number-one
No matter if you like it
Ready take this down
In writing
I-am-number-one
Now let me ask you
Man...
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?
Do you like it
When I shake it for ya?
Daddy? Move it all
Around?
Let you get a peep
Before it touches
The ground?
Hell
Ma I'm in a girl
That's willing to learn
Willing to get in the
Driver's seat
Willing to turn
And not concerned
About that
He say, she say,
Did he say,
What I think he said?
Squash that
He probabely got that
Off eBay
Or some Internet
Access
Some website chat line
Mad cause I got mine
Ooh don't wind up
On the flatline
Oh if my uncle could
See me now
If he could see
How many rappers
Wanna be me now
Straight emulating
My style
Right to the
"down down"
Can he bout
To score now
Better wait till
They calm down
I got little shorty's
Coming askin me
"Yo where the party?"
Oh lordy till I continue
To act naughty
Mixing cris at the party
Got me banging fo sho
I'm not a man of many
Words, but there's one
Thing I know, Pimp

Chorus

Hey yo I'm tired of
People judging
What's real Hip-Hop
Half the time you be
Them niggas who's
Fucking album flop
(You know)
Boat done sank and it
Aint left the dock
(Cmon!) Mad cause
I'm hot
(He just) Mad cause
He not
You aint gonna gimme
My props
Just gimme the yachts
Gimme my rocks
Keep my fans coming
In flocks
Till you top the
Superbowl
Keep your mouth on
Lock
I'm awake
I'm cocky on the mic
But I'm humble
In real life
Taking nothing
For granted
Blessing errthing on
My life
Trying to see a new
Light
At the top of the roof
Baby ain't not single
But I speak the truth
I heat the booth
Nelly acting
So uncouth
Top down shirt off
In the coupe
Spreadin the loot
With my family
And friends
And my closest to kin
And I do it again
If it means I'ma win
Dirty I am

Chorus