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 fuck 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 (Chorus) I-Am-number one No matter if you like it Ready take this down in writing 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 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 little 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 fuckin 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
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