Number One Lyrics - Nelly

Uh uh uh 

I just gotta bring it to they attention dirty 

That's all... 

You better watch who you talking bout 

Runnin your mouth 

Like you know me 

You gonn f**k 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 compurr (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 up 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 bezel loss 

Cause your 

Ass is wack 

Your whole 

Lable is wack 

And matter fact 

Eh eh eh eh eh hear that 

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[Chorus] 

I-Am-number one 

No matter if you like it 

Ready take this sit down and write it 

I-Am-number one 

Hey hey hey hey hey hey 

Now let me ask you man... 

What does it take to be number one? 

Two is not a winner 

And 3 nobody remembers (hey) 

What does it take to be number one? 

Hey hey hey hey 

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? 

[Nelly] 

Hell yeah 

Ma I'm in a girl that's willing to learn 

Photos 

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 probably got that off E-bay 

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 know 

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 hella 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 f**kin 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 gotta 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 

Shhhhh I'm awake ha ha 

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 aint 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) - repeat until fade]