Nelly # 1 lyrics

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 hands
Only way you wear me out
Is stitch my name on your pants
No resident of France
But you swear I’m from Paris, 106 karats – total?
Naw, that’s per wrist
Trying to compur 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 way
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...ah, hold that

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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 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?

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
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Don’t wind up on the flat line
Ooh, 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?”
Ohh lord, will I 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

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Aiyyo, I’m tired of people judgin’
What’s real HipHop
Half the times you be them niggaz
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 hot
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
Shhhh – I’m awake, ha ha ha!
I’m cocky on the mic
But I’m humble in real life
Taking nothin’ for granted
Blessin’ e’rything on my life
Trying to see a new light
At the top of the roof
Baby I’m not Sigel
But I speak the truth
I heat the booth
Nelly actin’ so uncouth
Top down shirt of 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

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