Nelly : #1
#1 lyrics
Album: Nellyville
Song: #1
you better
watch who you
talkin'
bout runnin
your mouth like you know
me you gonn
fuck around and check
why they surely
jus call me show
me while 1 on 1 you can't hold
me if yo' last name
was haynes only way you wear me out is
stretch my
name on your pants no resident
of france but you swear i'm from paris 106
karats
oh naw thats
pure rich try and compurr
this my chains to
yo' chain i'm like sprint or
motorola no service
out of your range ya outta yo
brains thinkin''
i'm a shout out ya name
you gotta come up'wit
betta ways than that to catch your fame
all that pressure
you applying is time to ease
off before i hit
you from the blind side
takin' yo sleeves
off as much as we's lost still
hard to please boss
don't be lyin' fuckin cryin'
suck it up that's a loss
cuz yo' act is wack your whole
label is wack and matter
fact eh,eh,eh, eh, hurr that.
hey i am number one
no matter if u like it so take this down in writin
i am number one, eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh
what does it take to be number one, two is not a winner
and 3 nobody remembers
what does it take to be number 1 eh eh eh eh..
do u like it when i shake it for ya daddy, move it all around
let u get a peep before it touches the ground
hell ya ma i love a girl that's willin ta learn
willin' to get in the driver's seat and willin' to turn
and not concerned about that he say she say did he say what i think he said
scratch that yo probably got that off e-bay
or some internet access
some website chat line
mad cuz i got mine
oh don't wind up on the flat line
oh if my uncle could see me now
if he could see how many rappers wanna be me now
straight emulatin' my style right to the down down
can't leave out the store now, gotta wait 'til they calm down
i got hella shorties, comin askin' yo where the party
oh lordy, and i continue to act naughty
mixin' chris an' bicardi
got me bangin' fa sho, i'm not a man of many words
but there's one thing i know..pimp
i am number one..(continue chorus)
eh yo i'm tired of people judgin what's real hip hop
half the time it be the nigga's who fuckin' album flop
u know..boat done sank and it ain't left the dock
c'mon..mad cuz i'm hot, he just mad cuz he not
u ain't gotta give me my props
just give me the rocks
give me my yatchs and keep my fans comin' in flocks
'til u top the super bowl keep yo mouth on lock (shhh..)
i'm awake..(ha ha)
i'm cocky on the mike but i'm humble in real life
takin nothin for granted
blessin' erething in my life
tryin' ta see a new light at the top of the roof
baby ain't b. segal but i speak the truth
i heat the booth, nelly actin' so uncool
top down, shirt off in the coupe
spreadin' the loot w/ my
family and friends and my
closest of kins
and i do it again if it means i'ma win (dirty)
i am number one (continue chorus..)
