Nelly - Number One lyrics

Uh, uh, uh i just gotta bring it
To they attention, dirty, that's all
You better watch who you talkin' 'bout
Runnin' your mouth like you know me
You gon' fuck around and show
Why the "Show Me" get called the "Show Me"
Why one-on-one, you can't hold me if your
Last name was Haynes
Only way you wear me out is
Stitch my name on your pants
No resident of France but you
Swear I'm from Paris
Hundred-six karats, total? Naw
That's per wrist
Trying to compurr this, my chain to yo' chain
I'm like Sprint or Motorola, no service
Out of your range you out of your brains
Thinkin' I'ma shout out your name
You gotta come up with better ways
Than that to catch your fame
All that pressure you applyin' it's


Time to ease off before I hit you from the
Blindside takin' your sleeves off
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 your, acts is wack
Your whole label is wack
And matter fact, eh, eh, eh, eh, a-hold that
I am number one, no matter if you like it
Here, take it, sit down and write it
I am number one hey
Hey hey
Now, let me ask you, man
What does it take to be number one?
Two is not a winner
And three nobody remembers, hey
What does it take to be number one? 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? Hell yeah, ma
I love a girl that's willin' to 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? Squash that
He probably got that off eBay
Or some, Internet access
Some website chat line
Mad 'cause 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 'til they calm down
I got hella shorties, comin' askin', "Yo
Where the party?"
Oh Lordy, I'd like to continue to act naughty
Mixing Cris' and Bacardi
Got me thinkin' fo' sho'
I'm not a man of many words
But there's one thing I know, pimp
I am number one, no matter if you like it
Here, take it, sit down and write it
I am number one hey
Hey hey
And tell me now dirty, now, let me ask you
Man what does it take to be number one?
Two is not a winner
And three nobody remembers, hey
What does it take to be number one? Hey
Hey hey
Check it, uhh, check, yo
Aiyo, I'm tired of people
Judgin' what's real hip-hop
Half the time you be them
Niggas who fuckin' album flop you know
Boat done sank and it ain't left the dock
C'mon, mad 'cause I'm hot
He just mad 'cause he not
You ain't gotta gimme my props
Just gimme the yachts
Gimme my rocks and keep my
Fans comin' in flocks
'Til 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 nothin' for granted
Blessin' everything on my life
Trying 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 uncouth
Top down shirt off in the coupe
Spreadin' the loot
With my family and friends
And my closest of kin
And I'll do it again if it means I'ma win
Dirty i am number one
No matter if you like it
Here, take it sit down and write it
III, number one 'Cause two is not a winner
And three nobody remembers number one
'Cause two is not a winner
And three nobody remembers