Number One

Uh Uh Uh
 I just gotta bring it to they attention Dirty, thas all
 You better watch who you talkin bout
 Runnin you mouth like you know me
 You gonna f*** around and show me you call it show me
 While one on you can't hold me if your last name was Hanes
 Only way you wear me out is stitch my name on your pants
 No resident of France (whoo)
 But you swear I'm from Paris
 Hundered and 6 karats
 Tota' Na, that's per wrist
 Tryin to compare this
 My chains to yo change
 I'm like Sprint or Motorola, no service, outta ya range
 You're outta yer brains thinkin I'm a shout out ya name
 You gotta come up with better ways than actions to get ya fame
 All this pressure you applyin, it's time to ease off
 Before i hit you from the blind side
 Takin' your sleeves off
 As much as we's lost
 Still hard to please, boss
 Don't be lyin, cryin suck it up as a loss
 Cuz yo acts is whack
 Yo whole label is whack
 And matter of fact... eh...
 (Nelly)
 I am number one
 No matter if you like it, Here take it, sit down and write it.
 I am number one.
 eh eh eh eh eh eh... now lemme ask ya man...
 What does it take to be number one?
 Two is not a winna and three nobody remembers
 What does it take to be number one?
 eh eh eh eh eh eh...
 (girl)
 Do you like it when I shake for ya, Daddy?
 Move it all around? (whoo)
 Let ya get a peek before it touches the ground?
 (Nelly)
 Hell yeah, my lover girl is willin to learn
 Willin to get in the drivers' seat and willin to turn
 And not concerned bout the he say
 She say
 Did he say
 What I think he said?
 Squash that, he probly got that off ebay
 Or some internet access
 Or 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
 Better wait till the calm down
 I got hella shorties
 Come and askin ya where the party
 Oh lordy, will I continue to act naughty
 Mixin kris and bacardi
 Got me thinkin for sure
 I'm not a man of many words, but there's one thing I know
 (ehh...) Pimp
 (Nelly)
 I am number one
 No matter if you like it
 Here take it, sit down, and write it
 I am number one
 eh eh eh eh eh eh
 And tell me now, Dirty
 What does it take to be number one? (whoo)
 Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers
 Tell me
 What does it take to be number one?
 eh eh eh eh eh eh
 Yo I'm tired of people judgin what's real hip hop
 Half the timeyou be the niggas who's album flop
 You know, Boat done sank and it ain't left the dock
 Come one, Mad cuz I'm hot, he just mad cuz he not
 You don't gotta give me my props
 Just give me tha yachts
 Give me my rocks
 Keep my fans comin in flocks
 Til you top the super bowl
 Keep that mouf on lock (shhhh... i'm awake)
 Eh yo im cocky on the mic
 But im humble in real life
 Take nothin 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