#1 Songtext

Nelly- [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' **** 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 we’s floss, still hard to please boss
Don’t 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

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[Chorus]
I am number one
Don’t 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 that’s willin to learn, willin to get in the drivers seat, and
willin to turn
And I’m 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, can’t leave out the store
now, better wait till they calm down
I got Hell a shorties, come and askin ya “Where the party�, oh lordy, will I
continue to act naughty
Mixin Cris and Bacardi, got me bangin fo sho, I’m not a man of many words,
but it’s one thing I know, pimp

[Chorus]

[Nelly]
[Check it, yo]
Ah yo, I’m tired of people judging what’s real Hip-Hop
Half the time, you’ll be them nigga’s that ****in album flop, you know
Boat done sank and it ain’t left the dock [come on], mad cause I’m hot, he just
mad that he not
You ain’t 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… I’m awake
I’m cocky on the mic, but I’m humble in real life
Takin nothing for granted, unless it’s everything on my life
Tryin to see a new light, at the top of the roof [Baby]
Name not Sigel, 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 of kin, and I’d, do it again if it means
I’ma win
[dirty, dirty]
I am number one
No mata if you like it, herr take it, sit down and write it
I, I, I, I’m number one
Cause two is not a winner and three nobody remembers
Number one
Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers
[fade]

Nelly #1 songtext