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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 .....(?).....
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
Total? Naw, that's per wrist
Tryin to compare this
My chains to yo chains
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...

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 winner 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

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)
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