1.hot Shit Country Grammar
(hot shit!)
Chorus：nelly
Hmmmmm
I'm goin down down baby, yo' street in a range rover (c'mon)
Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go (hot shit!)
Shimmy shimmy cocoa what？ listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
I'm goin down down baby, yo' street in a range rover
Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go
Shimmy shimmy cocoa what？ listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
Mmmmm, you can find me, in st. louis rollin on dubs
Smokin on dubs in clubs, blowin up like cocoa puffs
Sippin bud, gettin perved and getting dubbed
Daps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs
And it's all because, 'ccumulated enough stretch
Just to navigate it, wood decorated on chrome
And it's candy painted, fans fainted - while i'm entertainin
Wild ain't it？ how me and money end up hangin
I hang with hannibal lector (hot shit!) so feel me when i bring
it
Sing it loud (what？) i'm from the lou' and i'm proud
Run a mile - for the cause, i'm righteous above the law
Playa my style's raw, i'm 'born to mack' like todd shaw
Forget the fame, and the glamour
Give me d's wit a rubber hammer
My grammar be's ebonics, gin tonic and chronic
Fuck bionic it's ironic, slammin niggaz like onyx
Lunatics til the day i die
I run more game than the bulls and sonics
Chorus
Who say pretty boys can't be wild niggaz？
Loud niggaz, o.k. corral niggaz
Foul niggaz, run in the club and bust in the crowd nigga
How nigga？ ask me again and it's goin down nigga
Now nigga, come to the circus and watch me clown nigga
Pound niggaz, what you be givin when i'm around nigga
Frown niggaz, talkin shit when i leave the town nigga
Say now, can you hoes come out to play now
Hey i'm, ready to cut you up any day now
Play by, my rules boo and you gon' stay high
May i, answer yo' +third question+ like a.i.
Say hi, to my niggaz left in the slamma
From st. louis to memphis
From texas back up to indiana, chi-town
K.c. motown to alabama
L-a, new york yankee niggaz to hotlanta
'ouisiana, all my niggaz wit 'country grammar'
Smokin blunts in savannah
Blow thirty mill' like i'm hammer
Chorus
Let's show these cats to make these milli-ons
So you niggaz quit actin silly, mon
+kid+ quicker than +billy+, mon
Talkin really and i need it mon
Foes i kick em freely mon, 'specially off remi, mon
Keys to my beemer, mon - holla at beenie man
See me, mon, cheifin rollin deeper than any mon
Through jennings mon, through u-city back up to kingsland
Wit nice niggaz, sheist niggaz who snatch yo' life niggaz
Trife niggaz, who produce and sell the same beat twice, nigga
Ice niggaz, all over close to never sober
From broke to havin dough, cause my price range is rover
Now i'm knockin like jehovah - let me in now, let me in now
Bill gates, donald trump let me in now
Spin now, i got money to lend my friends now
We in now, candy benz, kenwood and 10's now
I win now (whoo!) fuckin lesbian twins now
Seein now, through the pen i make my ends now
Chorus
2.Boom D Boom
(ali)
Check
Me and sonny in the escalade, tv where yo' head lay
Uptown, harlem world, seein ？？？
With some bran-bran, got a jaw hit ？？？ ？？？
Hun'ned g's for the suit, the hood like 'oh man'
Bendin corna's, twenty-two's, no dubbin, (crrrrrrrrrrrr)
That's what you hear 'cause that shit be rubbin
I gotta fix that, ooh, damn, who is that？
Dark skin, five-ten, twist, and kinda thick
Pull this bitch over, so i can do what i do
Get digits, call later, and teach you about you
Mami giggle and smile, said she diggin my style
Country boy, rugged for life, never come off foul
Ahhh, put you on a team with me
First class to the bahamas, the scenery
When i walked off, she called me back on the scene
Like 'who the st. lunatics and what them double 'bs' mean？'
(chorus)
The double 'b' stands for the, chhhchhh, boom da boom
Lunatic bass and beats, catch ya shakin the room
So what, what, bomp, bomp
What, what, this shit bomp
The double 'b' stands for the, chhhchhh, boom da boom
Lunatic bass and beats, catch ya shakin the room
So what, what, bomp, bomp
What, what, this shit bomp
I got a size double d waitin at the double tree for me
Ecstasy pills, crissy and them swisher sweets
With enough dough, to make a cake from scratch
We the best, do the knowledge niggas, face the facts (i said
that)
Draped in black in the back, with that, thing that go,
chhchh-pat
Indeed, truck so big we gotta pull over to pass the weed, it's a
tragedy
How my neck, shine in the moonlight
Give me one chance to show that ass what ya man ain't doin right
It's a hundred percent chance mami, what
Leave with me i'm in them pants mami
Cotton soft, put it in first and jetted off
Pumpin it loud so she can hear jay-e floss
While we got it warm, bitches is startin to swarm
Lunatic be the chain, double 'b' be the charm
(chorus)
Took a limo to the airport, got a show down south
Club one-twelve, showin 'em what that l about
Holla at my nigga ray-ray
Drop the top in four, hit the switch, we bumpin 'dre day'
Hey, hey, hey, what can i say？
Hit the liquor store for blunts, gin and o.j.
'cause i just bought a half, chico dropped it off
It's sunny, bitches out, and i'm dyin to floss, you don't say
Ain't a damn thing that i won't buy
I don't lie, money to the sky, shop 'til i die
'cause you know i got the greenery
Five g's in the mall ain't a thing to me
I do that, in a minute, gave my wife the infinite
Dubbed it up, fuck ballin, nigga, i'm winnin the pennet
Now that we in it, you know that we gon' do it for sure
Before we go let me tell you one thing that you should know
(chorus)
The double 'b' stands for the, chhhchhh, boom da boom
3.Dis Is Da Life
talking)
＞man, i've been thinking
What you've been thinking about man？
＞ever since country grammar done spent seven million
Millions i told you
＞that shit's been crazy
Shit's been fucking crazy, i tell ya
(chorus - ali ＆ murphy lee)
Maaaaaan, this is the life, club packed, i'm lovin that
Picking the best hoes like a runningback, what up with that？
Ma' (come on ma'), let's break and leave the spot
Before the haters who ain't fuckin shoot up the parking lot
Maaaaaan, this is the life, club packed, i'm lovin that
Picking the best hoes like a runningback, what up with that？
Ma' (come on ma'), let's break and leave the spot
Before the haters who ain't fuckin shoot up the parking lot
Maaaaaan, this is the life
(murphy lee)
Ay yo, i'm chachee acolla, dirty, i know ya heard me
'cause i'm forty-eight plus negative thirty, murphy perverted
And you know that, be in strip clubs where the shows at
Keep a show packed, ay, yella mack, where my dough at？
Herky got my quarter-0 sack and blunt papers
Quick to rip and rap roll that, my life saver
Playa hater hater, lunatic rhyme maker
I'm the arm, the leg, the leg, arm, head maker
Call me when you finna' break up, you can't take a
I take curr (care) a that, it be ok when we wake up
Short so i gotta lay-up, no dunkin for me
I sport the ten, ain't no puntin for me
Murphy lee the school boy's what you want me to be
So i'm a be that, for six d-i-g-i-ts
I'm a l-u-n-a-t-i-c, 'bout to b-l-o-w-u-p, c'mon
(chorus)
(kyjuan)
Y'all be hatin a lot 'cause we makin a lot
I be's that nigga like vacant lot
I'm achin hot, check what you got to get in the spot
I'm takin a shot before i pull up on the lot
It's v.i.p. parkin, walked in sparkin
Ain't nobody chargin, feelin like a sergeant
They all linin up, all nines and up
And i better make my choice, the nights windin enough
Long skirt, cornrows, she's fine enough
Dressed in black, black suit and my brim be black
With a cardinal bird on it, my team gon' blow
Nigga, i put my word on it, my team shoots well
That's if i had a curve on it, no standin in line (who, me？)
My coat got fur on it, i'm a slide right in
And i keep a room key, ain't no need for no pin
I got sugar daddy partyin wit' me, man, bring mo' friends
(chorus)
(nelly)
Check it
It ain't my fault i was born with country grammar and talk, ma'
No ma', i ain't hurt, that's just my walk, ma'
Slight limp son, you know, to simpson
I keep it burgged out, play your cards right you get some
Call me kane when ya sayin my name, the lips numb
I'm talkin brains in the back of the range, (been done)
I be's like only five-ten, weighin one-seven-one
But if you close your eyes, swore you're gettin crushed by a bum
Be like 'oh nelly, can i call you mr. hanes？'
Whichever one just made you came, then that'll be thy name
The one they couldn't tame, i ain't speakin from the vain
I'm speakin from the change, the rapper and the chain
The high rise, overlookin ducks and thangs
I can see you're fascinated by the trucks and thangs
On q, when she hopped on the tip my man
She must've been a vivrant thang, a vivrant thang, ay
All my niggas, if you wit' me let me know, (why？)
Who keep it hotter in the night than in the day (i)
'you boys for real', 'you fakin' at the same time
Gotta set the game tight 'cause some a y'all ain't playin right
(chorus)
(talking)
Ever since that country grammar shit, you know, this has been
the life
＞man, i don't know, i've been thinking
I don't man, like, everywhere i fucking go
They all know that 'down, down, baby' shit
＞maybe it's nothing changed, it's the other people around them
changing
Everybody else around you changed, i have noticed that, i
noticed that
＞maybe, maybe...
You just try to do what you've been tryin to do from day one
You know, it's like everybody with you until this shit happens
Once the shit happens, nobody rolls with you anymore
Everybody wants to be like, you know 'fuck him'
You know what i'm sayin？
(both) maaaan, this is the life!
4.Groovin' Tonight
(brian mcknight)
Tonight's the night, tonight's the niiiiiiigggght
Girl you lookin so fly, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Said i wanna get it on, mmhmmm
Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do
Girl you lookin sooooo fly, do, do, do, dooo
Said i wanna get it on
(ali - talking)
U-city, uh, uh, brian mcknight, lunatics, groovin, groovin,
groovin tonight
Ha ha, yeah, what you think about that nigga？
Hah, hah, what you think about that nigga？ ladies
(ali)
Now you could search the whole globe but couldn't replace me
You skurred (scared) then face me, you don't wanna race me
Fendi fur, cartier glasses for the blur
I'm a do it for me and let you do it for her
I got a real bad habit when i wanna grab it
So many karats in the ring i'm half man, half rabbit
Bitches be like 'ahh man' when they see me with cardan
Puffin on the green, discussin a war plan
I used to have rock, now it's stocked with a labtop
Fat pot, a six-four with the ass dropped
With a dime daughter, dabbed in estee lauder
I want the new tims so from the crib i made an order
So fuck your bitch nigga, what i wanna take？
Plus she been on my nuts since thumps and pencil breaks
'cause i'm a nigga with the hoe, a nigga with the flow
Fo' reel nigga, pissy drunk in the rov'
(chorus - brian mcknight)
Fellas, we can get it on
Maybe even party 'til the break of dawn (break of dawn)
'cause the ladies are groovin tonight (the ladies are groovin
tonight)
To the ladies lookin fly (looking fly)
If you wanna ride them hold on tight (hold on tight)
'cause the fellas are groovin tonight (tonight's the night)
(nelly)
'skuuuuuiieeee' baby girl, you hear me callin you？
Now i ain't hawkin you, just wanna walk with you
Talk with you for a second, spit a little somethin in that err
(ear)
Whatever it takes to make you come nerr (near)
I'm tryna' sound sincerr (sincere), ay
Baby talkin to me but i'm starin at her rerr (rear)
And i'm like 'oh derr (dear)'
I ain't never seen nathen like you before
And you the type to make a nigga wanna open your door
And to the house up on the hill and the jag is yours
As long as you can prove that you wit' a nigga for sure
You know i'm young and a thug, so i got issues
I did them st. louis blues, i done paid them dues, ay
But nevermind that, how 'bout we hop the next cruise
We can cash it or plastic, you choose
Get pissed out with the cristal or the boones
Get ya xed out, leave ya stretched out in the room, my doom
(chorus)
Keep it movin, keep it movin, i keep it groovin, huh
Keep it movin, keep it movin, keep it groovin, huh
I keep it, movin, keep it groovin huh, uh, uh, uh
Yo, baby girl you lookin fly in yo' donna k
Hopin i could give you some love in the right way
But i don't wanna give you the wrong impression
I keep it mellow, sayin hello
You still thinkin i'm a thug fellow
So i let you know from the get-go you thorough
You a cutie with thighs and you live for the nero
But, me and my team drop, shit overseas
Then bounce wit' the ounce that's thick and japenese
I'm a goodfella, you know, i'm a made man
Got 'em winin like spoiled babies in play pens
Put that ass up baby and i hit it from here
Now lick your tongue out lady and i put it in here
Let me whip that, lick that, and i don't stop
Then hit the block with my niggas in, my new drop
Convertable, tens and dubs, no matter the weather
One-sixty on the dash, chinky eyes and leather, c'mon
(chorus)
(brian mcknight)
Paaaarrrtttyyyy, party, hey, hey, hey
Allll daaaaayyy, all day, yeah
Neevvvvvveeerrr stop, never stop, don't wanna stop no, no babe
Neevvvvvveeerrr stop, don't stop, don't stop
Baby girl!
5.Jang A Lang
chorus - nelly) 2x
If you like big thangs, put your hands high as you can
Get your shit man, make no difference from where you came, uh
I ain't ballin out here, no, i ain't playin no games
I got a new name for niggas with change, jang a lang
(penelope)
Make way for the new breed bitch of this millennium
Stack chips, keeps the pistol grip why？ 'cause i'm offendin 'em
Rocks nothin but cavada shit, i'm the baddest
The ice from head to toe, with that plaid shit
Mo' potent than i cut cocaine, through your vein
Off the hook, take a look, i'm the chick, i can't be tamed
One name like the highest breed, papi caphe？
One drove home from italy, is y'all feelin me？
Be a mistress to none, but all good to some
Let me break you off a little, show you how it's done
Eyes trip for this goddess, gambino got your funds
And some fish are coppin flights for me to reno
I see no other way for me to tell you how i feel
You wanna stick and move now you're fuckin with the real deal
Hold still, let this lady let loose
Keep them chips comin nigga or your neck'll catch a nuece
(chorus)
(murphy lee)
Now y'all know me, i like an old school ozzie smith jersey
Old school jordans, head band that says 'murphy'
Stone washed, baggy as hell, double xl, with the sleeve off
On my way to drop a few g's off
Ease off, doin thirty-five, smokin fire, makin a right
I'm doin thirty now, riskin my life
Both clients on my cell phone, typin on my two-way
Rollin a blunt, still drivin, lookin at movies
Young dude be floatin the city like cab drivers
Professional but still keep it real like allen iverson
I'm liver than jay, dave and kathy and regis
Been on more mtv shows than butthead and beavis
Keep a stash with the gas money, fast money, me and slo down,
huh
We almost had to buy up the town
It's like a movie, oohhweee, doobies in a jacuzzi
Girls do what i say so i just tell 'em to do me
(chorus)
(keyjuan)
Ay, you know where my change comes from, i spits fire
You know what them girls look at dirty, my big tires
My attire forty-two large denim, i sag in 'em
Dress eyes and ride hot rides and jags in 'em
Let him talk his jazz, what's the tag gon' get 'em？
While i hit him in clutch time, roll up his dutch time
'no more herb', no such line, 'uh oh' is my punch line
I'm hungry like a hobo standin in lunch lines
Crossed the gun line, boss, like ray and claud
I know niggas that make they money then pay they broads
I'm from the lou, kinda new, i'm a make my laws
When i pull up on the show lot, it be, it's like pause
(ay, where yo' range at？)
It's outside you wanna clean it？
(ay, where yo' name at？)
It's in the source, you ain't seen it？
(ay, where yo' change at？)
You can't tell dirty, i'm sparklin？
Split it, fill it up, wrap it and spark it
(chrorus)
6.Let Me In Now
(nelly - talking)
Oh, baby girl like to shake a lot more, drop it like over herr
baby girl, uh
(chorus - nelly)
Let me in now, there it go
I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows, boom boom
Let me in now, there it go
I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows, boom boom
Let me in now, there it go
I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows, boom boom
Let me in now, there it go
I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows, boom boom
(ali)
Let me in ma', so i can hit it
Make you wanna leave wit' it, take you home and sleep wit' it
Tell your friends that we did it in the back of the coupe
With your back on the sunroof holla'in out 'whoop-de-whoop'
You be like 'girl, he put in work, hit it all night
He rocked my world, came out that skirt, soon as i hit that door
He thorough, while you twerk, so much mo' and cris' i urled all
on my skirt
We still kicked it,' (let me in know)
You ain't heard, that playa bad
St. louis nigga to the end, with a fo'-fo' mag
And 'til them 'tic niggas kick in, let a fire bag
The party just would not begin, 'til you shake that ass, now
shake that ass
I'm like, uh, 'whoa hossie' and that ass ain't playin
I'm a teach it to go varsity in a passin ram
Marry me and, divorce me and get my cash advance
Your best bet's to deep throat me as fast as you can, i'm like
(chorus)
(murphy lee)
Ay yo, i'm murphy lee the ashtray, i touch butts all day
Treat me like a toilet, you can sit on me
And let your knees touch your nostrils
Show me that big ol' brown booty hole, let me record it like a
studio
You can go and get your crew, girl, like freddy
Huh, you raw like eddie, call me murphy if you ready
Ready for whatever, strictly business like halle berry
When i'm with you like tony terry, say my name more times than
bloody mary
Kinda scary gettin more head for stones than cemetaries
？？ ？？？ done ran through more halls than barry
At school, in the hall gettin busy like arsenio
I'm a rat trap like club casino
(keyjuan)
Ay yo, it's on fo' sho', low-cut capris so her thongs could sho'
She probably got a man, but i've been wrong befo'
All i know is that she make her knees touch her elbows just to
get in a show
I'm startin to think, this how it's supposed to go
Get blowed before we go where we supposed to go
Workin since ninety-fo', i'm supposed to blow
Blow on the dice, before i roll a ten-to-fo'
Rollin mo-mos, optimos, they burn slow
Rollin fo'-do's, sippin mo' with fo' hoes
I'm a two-triple-0, u-city, gigalo
Duece duece bigalow, love a man, joe blow
And you should pay me, i'm super like nintendo
Make your hands touch the flo', your knees don't bend tho'
In the benzo, tinted windows, if the bounce is right, the ounce
is right
Meet me at my house tonight
(chorus)
(nelly)
Now baby girl got a rump on 'er, fo'-do' and a trunk on 'er
Low miles, no dents, title readin 'one owner'
Some are wanna-be baller, baby daddies that don't want 'er
He ain't trippin 'til he see another nigga get on her
But she a good girl, actin bad when she need be
I wish you would girl, hit me so often she beep me
On some 'nelly, come meet me, it's the first lady
My president is out the country i need the vp'
I'm in the white house, butt-naked and iced out
Turn the lights out, and i'm turnin your wife out
Same chick you jumped the broom with, throwin the rice out
Same cat shoppin with rats, throwin the mice out
I like 'em clumsy mo', just let everything hit the flo'
Not once, not twice, three times, but fo'
Each time, makin her knees touchin her elbows
I said, each time, lookin at me, yellin she want mo'
I'm like, ohh!
(chorus)
(nelly - talking)
Baby girl like to shake a lot, huh, baby girl like to shake a
lot
Huh, baby girl like to, uh, uh, uh, uh
Do your thizzle moet, hah, hah, and do your thizzle moet
Hah, hah, shake it like that for, hah, yeah
Three-one-four fo' sho', s-t-l and i connect the do'
7.Midwest Swing
It's a midwest thang, y'all - and they ain't got a clue
(they ain't got a clue) why my cutlass blue
And i got them thangs on that muh'fucker too
It's a midwest swang, y'all - and they ain't gotta trip
(they ain't gotta trip) while we swing and dip
Cause we do big thangs on the muh'fuckin hip
It's a midwest thang
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
What you think we live on a farm？ nigga be for real
We got benz's rovers' and jag's, hummer's and deville's
Got a green s class, ain't broke the door seal
Shit ain't been the same since i signed fo' reel
This shit got ill, when i hit 4 mill
Five and countin', dirty six at will
Did seven on the slide, 8 worldwide
I'll be on my third bentley by the time i'm at 9
I hear 'em cryin, 'you gon' sell out' ya damn right
I done sold out before and re-comped the same night
Straight hopped the next flight, too ＊icey＊ for sunlight
Dunkin without sprite, yea you heard me dirty
I'm from the show-me state, show me seven i'll show you eight
Karats in one bling, heavily starched jeans
Representin st. louis everytime i breathe
In the city i touch down and i bob and weave, ay
I sport my beeper on my boots, that's why i be a buzz when i
kick
Maybe it's on my lips, it's chaos when i spit
Quarter man, quarter schoolboy, half lunatic
Quarter rubber, quarter dick, other half in yo' shit
Keep a quarter of some sheeeiit, i'm the pooky of the backyard
All colors and all types like a junkyard
Hot young boy with hot young ways
Cause i connect three blunts and be high for three days
You can tell by the way i walk i ain't from 'round hurr (here)
Probably couldn't tell cuz i ain't walkin nowhurr (nowhere)
I got a old-school cutlass, with a hole in the urr (air)
Tv's urrwhurr (everywhere) wood grain to sturr (stare)
I don't curr (care), hell naw i ain't cuttin my hurr (hair)
To the half in them airforce 1's, give me two purr (pair) ugh
I'm from the lou' and what i do is a lou' thang
One rapper, two rings and three chains
Nothing but some ole country boys that ride v-12 horses
Saddle up and put spurs on my airforce's
Back porches made for hide and go seek
We got space out hurr, we can ride and chief
Ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody approachin' us
By the time they catchin' up, we smoked it up
And my eyes be red, my lips a lil' dark
The lou is more than the rams, cards and lil' arch
My dirty's love to spark, and love to sparkle
Love homies ＊vokal＊ coats with matchin' car do's (doors)
We racin down skinker, see how fast our car go
Granny be like 'ay-yi-yi' like ricky ricardo
I know you wanna know why we do what we do
You cats ain't got a clue why the cutlass blue
Brand new twenty-two's on new up's
With one, two, three, four, five tv's
I'm sittin' on the front porch, writin a hood rhyme
Waitin on my connect to deliver that good line
Wish i would find, one seed in my weed
Sticks and shit, if i do somebody bleed
Pull right here, eight pounds of chinamen
Two stay hittin some blunts and heineken
Hidin in the back with the po' po'
Kicked in my do'do', man they some ho' hooo's
They put the gun to my earr, you know the lord don't fear
Nann nigga, nann hoe, let's keep that bullshit clearr
They had me face down in the skreet
Errbody watchin, thinkin i'ma pull the heat
And leave the d-tects with a leak in the skreet
And that - pussy ass nigga that set me up my peeps
Gon' give it to this nigga like nypd
Beat the k, fuck coke, now i'm back on my granny porch hustlin
8.Number 1
nelly #1
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 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 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
Ohh 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 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
Hey i.. am.. number one
Hey hey hey hey hey hey - now tell me now dirty
What does it take to be number one？
Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers
Tell me - what does it take to be number one？
Hey hey hey hey..
Check it, uhh, check, yo
Aiyyo i'm tired of people judgin what's real hip-hop
Half the time 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 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
Shhhhh.. {＊crickets＊} (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 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.. dirty, number one - no matter if you like it
Here take it sit down and write it
Hey i.. am.. number one
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
Dirty what does it take to be number one？ whoo!
Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers
Ey! - what does it take to be number one？
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
Heyyyy i.. am.. number one
I.. am.. number one
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？
Hey hey hey hey hey hey
I..i.. am.. number one
Uhh uhh uh, uh uh uhh-uh uh
Listen i i, i i i-i number one..yeah, yeah, yeah
I i, i i, number one..
The two is not a winner and three nobody remembers
.. number one
Cause two is not a winner and three nobody remembers
9.Okay
(ali)
St. lunatics and we here now, we never give up
Swallowin cris' 'til we spit up, put your shit up 'cause now
We navigatin, wood grain, hood slang, collaboratin
God over satan, no debatin, so i'm celebratin
This new life, off the block buyin stock
Divin off the dock in bangkok, i used to slang rock
And it was so hard, but now the wallet sport a gold card
Bitches goin nuts when the rims hit the boulevard
Hustle hard, the whole inside glowin
From the t.v.s, diamonds went from hard to see to 3-d
Double vd, bubble lex with the cd
Puffin seaweed, i'm free, hit the slope and ski
Dc to france, finance is too advanced
Wit' plans to 'cause a trance, money stands yellin 'romance!'
I never stop comin, gunnin, runnin and sunnin
With cuda spinnin them hun'neds on hun'neds spinnin and blunted
(chorus - ali) 2x
I'm like okaaaay, niggas brought they cars out
Thick broads out, all the stars out
We ain't been here two minutes, mami already yellin
'what a nigga gon' do with it, can we hop in the infinite？'
(murphy lee)
Five deep in a yuko', we struggle by toes, we still ghetto
Float st. louis, fake insurance, with no petro
Nuts are heavy, teddy peddy tell 'em to let go
'tics are ready, kevin law tell 'em i said so
I let go, sixteen out of sixty-four
And the forty-eight bars left'll have you keekin for mo'
Women be like 'who do y'all think y'all are？'
I'm mr. pull up in big trucks, i'm far from a star
'cause i'm the sun, the reason why the day gon' come
One out of five reasons why they hatin on us
Tracks is like a gas tank, i fill 'em on up
And my shows is robbery style, they givin it up
I'm like a michael jackson concert, a milli' and up
And these haters are like a comedy, be buggin me up
They women treat me like cows, they be pullin my stuff
And to get that up outta me more, they be suckin me off
(chorus)
(kyjuan)
Now you know mo, i stay equipped with a zip
And the soles of my air force one's on e'ry trip
And on e'ry whip i choose those d's to roll
(what them niggas 'round the corner gon' start shit for？)
When they know, oh, he keep a stash in the nav'
Pop a half and take out your ave. on my behalf
My whole staff love to laugh and count the money
On the couch, hands in our pants like al bundy
I love smoke ganjä, monday to monday
And e'ry other day a nigga fuckin with gun play
It's ok, since all the dogs out
All my broads out, doin they bump they ？？ out
And we rollin, henny holdin and blunt rollin
Money foldin, been in more rings than hulk hogan
It's official, nelly hummer clean as a whistle
You boys signed to fo' reel, you doin your thug thizzle
(chorus)
I'm like okaaaay
10.Real Niggaz
chorus - nelly) 2x
Real niggas ride wit' us
You haters gotta ride the bus
Smoke 'til when my brain gon' bust
Bank account so plush, the feds on us
Real niggas ride wit' us (and dime ladies)
You haters gotta ride the bus (we drop crazy)
Smoke 'til when my brain gon' bust
Bank account so plush, the feds on us
(kyjuan)
Kyjuan's a preppy hippy, cross the bridgy of mississippi
I slang thangs, make bread, easy like jiffy
Call me a cool nigga or a mr. refriger'
Kids ask me ('mr. can you get crunk and jiggy？')
I reply quickly, bottle of andres or crissy
Smoke backyard or sticky, my man, watch me get busy
I wake up with two dimes, both named nikki
I'm a playa dirty, no passion marks, no hickies
Cats make me sick when i roll through y'all city
Lookin like angry mad, face mad, teeth gritty
You gon' make me go back into my days of u-city
Cornrows, penny bros and new dickies
Ahh shit, when situation looks shitty
I got that thang with me, plus i puff like diddy
You niggas can't hang with me, or pop the pain with me
So wrap somethin mo' and hop in the range with me
(ali)
Check, check
No picture me rollin, optimo, glocka four-four
Four-do' range rov', mink with matchin kangol
Whole hood like 'oh', freakin 'em out they mind
D's with diamonds on 'em, jackers, i know they want 'em
Not, you see the watch, rollie or g-shot
You hear me four, five blocks before you see me, that's the
knock
I need not speak on that, i speak on zack
And how he better fix my shit or give my eight g's back
Salute the rugged, flip screen, you gotta love it
Navigational system behind the ten, duckin the public
Take my chain off to thaw out, battle four out
We fill, the fattest wad a hun'neds you ever saw out
Son break the jar out, twist the muskie
Only real niggas ride and smoke, patna trust me
If i'm lyin, bad mouth, slap then crush me
Cuss me, suplex lamb, grab the nine and bust me
'cause only....
(chorus)
(nelly)
I'm like the battery, i come through every door on a cell
(duracell)
Mr. energizer, forever ready to make a mil'
Fuck that cris', let it spill, i hit the gas, and make it peel
I'm smokin twenty inches of parelli, wha, up off the wheel
I hit the jewelry store at noon, slight case of the chills
I got the face too damn chunky 'cause it's still read 'twelve'
Well hell, not a shit starter but i be startin some shit
Half the time i'm in the club, half the niggas gettin pissed
Me, got they miss, i done, caught they wrist
And they be thinkin you cockblockin 'cause you gave her a kiss
I walks over to your bitch and asks her 'who's is this？'
(yours nelly)
Tell 'em one more time just in case he forgets
I be the sleepy eyed, kinky guy, the chinky eye
Comin be like i, ay, ei, ready the guy
Nigga hella high, country grammar, yellin 'ei!'
Fuckin your cutie pie, forty-nine, not gettin none
(murphy lee)
You shoulda' seen this ladie's face when i walked in the bank
I'm the school boy, i'm hollywood, smellin like dank
Lookin like i don't know left from right
Holdin a check, got the whole front desk like 'murphy's set for
life!'
I agree wit' em, i exchange sacks with seeds in 'em
Drivin eighty in the rainiest rov', tv's in 'em
I'm st. lou, plus true to the arch equals i'm real
I'm hollywood, plus true to the heart equals a mil'
I'm killin y'all, matter fact i'm killin myself
In a category with t-boz, i'm feelin myself
It gets no better, slo says it gotta get better
Gotta get wood, gotta get dubs, we gotta get leather
I'm like, what, real playas roll on dubs (lunatics like)
And haters can't kick it wit' us (and our blunts tight)
We smokin 'til our brain gon' bust
Gettin head in the back of the truck, city what up
I'm like only....
(chorus) 2x
11.S.t.l.
(nelly talking)
Check, check, check, yo, we here m-i-s-s-o-u-r-i
(the best out there dirty)
For sure, we gon' hold that down for st. louis no doubt
My nigga kyjuan gon' kick this shit out right here,
We the lunatics, no doubt
We gon'...., they wildin, they don't know
(kyjuan)
Ay yo
St. louis is small but we still do it all
We hit the mall, we drink it all, we always gon' smoke it all
Get hit, we shake it off, at the club yellin 'take it off'
My success is takin off, i'm always workin, never takin off
I done that, did that, who her？ i dont hit that
Cats be trippin off them rats, i ain't really with that
Makes me wanna sit back, i relax and think back
To when i used to click-clack, makes me angry when i flash back
Mo, you should get back, i mean this, hang with the meanest
Remain the cleanest, always smoke the seedless greenest
You've seen this like reruns, pop-a-lock like reruns
St. louis where we from, you ain't never heard a weak one
(ali)
You got to stand up and get it together, roll with the punches,
whatever
Get in our way, destroy ya, make you wish you had never, ever
Fucked with the real crazy, pyscho sick ？？？ lady
Sunnin so nut and shady, kid pass me the three-eighty
By my sack, cock and load it, this world i'm a rock and roll it
My business, you shouldn't a told it, to end i'm a forty-four
They switch guns and they go for show it, your pupils is
dialating
This rap is so beautiful watch the source give it higher ratings
The 'tics j-just can't be faded, to nothin that's star related
More than just duplicated, kenjuana's to celebrated
Got damnit we finally made it, haters they gotta hate it
Bought my house off and finally paid it, often intoxicated
Just call me the don-dotta, original rider, rider
Your mama just gotta, gotta, take her home and here 'splatter,
splatter'
Splatter, splatter, i'm from st. louuuuuuuiiiiiie
(chorus - st. lunatics) 2x
S-t-l is where we stay, in the middle, no coast
Lyrics boastin with flight, what up hoe, i'm just your neighbor,
what up
St. louis' finest, keep a cover like linus
Stop your ass up like sinus, congest ya 'til you learn your
lesson, we blessin
(murphy lee)
Now you can find murphy in a jag, on a commercial
When at home in st. louis, yo i's a ＊walkin＊ like herschell
I be like (oh, oh, oh)
Wit' a pocket full of bus tickets, lookin at booties thinkin i
must hit it
(ei!)
Why must i live like that, what you expect？
Young dude done paid bills with them advancement checks
Honeys screamin they want more than sex, i'm like 'why me？'
？？？ take that lex to like me
I be the young dude, mr. drop a top a bubble benny whipper
(what else nigga？)
A weed head slash henny sipper
No i'm not ballin
I'm tryna' get it how i live and how i live is how i get that
shit
I'm like nine-nine-nine-na-nine-nine-na-nine short of a mil
ticket!
(chachi'll take it) and say that bill did it
But i'm a be real for real and deal wit' it
And get mine in the summertime like will did
(nelly)
What you thought i was gonna do, bitch and scream, fuck my
dreams？
Walk off the team like rodman？
Move the scene, nigga what you mean, not now playa i'm swabbin
I put four silver dollars up on a white castle out in ？？
Get them things out and cock 'em, anything bubble i'm poppin
Anything stumble, i'm droppin, whatever you rollin, i'm toppin
And it's fully loaded, i'm coppin, wheww
No more slang rocks, i rock rocks, you duck cops, i cop drops
You buy cock, i buy stock, touch mine, you are not
I'm rocafella with ＊hard knocks＊, dome shots 'til i get popped
Used to ball on the blacktop now i balls on hardwood
With enough finance stability to finance a small hood
Call it nellyville nigga, and guess who the mayor
My whole towns chronic'd out so we ？？ ？？
I'm playin truth or dare with dime pieces, and they nieces
Showin me there's more than one way that they can eat a reeses
Can i repeat this, man, you niggas need to see this
(chorus)
12.Scandalous
guys talking)
... coming around here with their rims and tims and shit
Get the fuck out of my neighborhood! (hahahah)
Fucking eighteen, fucking schoolboy
Freaking 'tics man, i'm sick of them, they keep playin that song
They're stupid!
(chorus - murphy lee)
I said you don't wanna roll where i could go
Hard times, hennessy and optimos
Twenty inches on the car, gotta lock the doors
'cause these groupies and these haters are scan-da-lous
(murhpy lee)
Ay yo, i'm chachee the navihater
Fuck shoes, i want the whole fuckin alligator
Murphy rather put the shoes on a navigator
Size twenties that could kick it like a soccer player
Been a player since freeze pops, nigga, now 'n laters
I used to be well connected like an operator
I used to rub on some of the teachers and administrators
Woulda' hit it, but yo, i'm not a good cooperator
That's why the, that's why the people wanna get me for pollutin
the sky
Factory full a bud got the whole city high
St. louis peoples can't cooperate without (without)
St. louis po-pos wanna stop me but i doubt (i doubt)
(chorus) 2x
Ay yo, i happen to be, i happen to be the young dude
With the hook up like black and blue
My milky flow's cowin these hoes, i make moves
True smooth figga, coochie licker, relationshipper
Damn right i'm wit' her twenty／four／five, she gettin thicker
By the daily, as a child they couldn't fade me
Brotha my league's speakin the truth, i'm only eighteen
Do the math, killed a pig, chicken and cow
My third eye's so versatile it make me smile
At myself damnit, i'm in the backfield like emmit
My life is a movie got damnit, give me a grammy or a meal ticket
I ain't picky until i get it, we can still kick it
Gimme a minute to handle business, 'cause i'm real wit' it
Soon as i'm finished, yo, we can deal wit' it
Bill wit' it, lunatic skills to make a mil' wit' it
(wheewwww), we ain't black, we original
The deal is y'all don't see it's all biblical
(chorus) 2x
St. lunatics did it all
From highschool ball to feelin booties in the hall
Skip school, buyin nikes, twenty deep up in the mall
Me and my dogs, found a road to make it flow
Got money to go, fuck somethin, we want it all
Done worked to hard to see it fall
Seven years to get our name on the wall, cuda called
That did it all, 'cause we cool now, pockets grab for now
I'm like jordan in ninety-five, no bull now
Promotional tours now, funky like sewers now
Six-hundred with duals now, like tractors got pull now
We in a good situation like phil and shaq
On our way up the hill like jill and jack
(chorus) 2x
13.Show 'em What They Won
(ali)
Yeah, yeah, check, check
See i ain't about playin, leezy 'bout cash in advance
Cash in on the casual, actual, factual plan
Makin a killin man, went from that to makin a livin
Rightous willin, the only thing supreme swimmin
And proceed, to not smoke weed around the seed
It's the new way, new life, peace true indeed, off t's
I dwell on off how y'all plan makin mo' money, so i had to buy a
fly chain
Ran in this game, dirt broke, now it's mtv with kurt lod'
With the q-four-feezy, be hurtin folks
Keep the bird toast, black handle, horoscope hood scandle
You the type of niggas puffin in shirts, socks and sandels
Keep the god in me, the hova ja knew allah in me
Ball wit' me, don't tell 'em who saw when 'bout to squall wit'
me
Fall wit' me, this pure mic dope i'm sellin
It's the man with mellow rap, felon, constantly yellin 'yo ma!'
(nelly)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
What's it like bein nelly, ay, let me break it down
It's like a shootout and you the only nigga wit' rounds
It's like a weed drought and you the only nigga wit' pounds
It's like a freaknik and you got the only brothers in town
I'm like a shoe-in, for the poster boy, the thug of the year
Gq style ma', let me put a bug in your err (ear)
Go tell ya man, he take a step, there went a slug in his err
(ear)
Have 'em askin (yo, how the hell he get a gun up in here？)
(that's gotta be illegal, bob!)
I can bring them chrome things for that drastic shit
Metal detectors, no problem, got that plastic shit
Witnessess, 'i ain't seen 'em, they had masks and shit'
'whoever it was, was in a rush 'cause they was fast and quick'
Oh, i'm just a playa, mo', these ain't my rules
Peep game, i'm wearin jordans, summer these my shoes
I'm like the heir to the throne
Me and my niggas fastbreak through your home, get ya coach on
the phone
Tell 'em 'go'on'
(chorus)
Show 'em what they won, a short stay at the hotel, bob
Show 'em what they won, alize, mo', crissy or ale, bob
Show 'em what they won, murphy lee, key or nell, bob
Show 'em what they won, what, show 'em what they won, who
Show 'em what they won, niggas talkin shit get served, bob
Show 'em what they won, two to the head, left on the curb, bob
Show 'em what they won, leavin they mama's feelins hurt, bob
Show 'em what they won, what, show 'em what they won, who
Show 'em what they won
(kyjuan)
Ay yo, bob, they want keyjuan, the one who gets the job done
Keep huns screamin 'keyjuan-na-na'
On the block i rule like ja, in the sun like wa
Me and mine at the mall spendin grands like cool bob
See i'm a ruger shooter, don't make me have to do ya
Boo-ya, you see what lunatics'll do to ya
Tip-？？？ pursuer, get 'er in a room and do 'er
First cat out the lou that you knew that
Wore a lime-green headband, matchin leather pants
Vokal t-shirt with some sparklin wristbands
This man, he keeps it real sweet
With somethin sweeter than sweet, puffin on swisher sweets
I'm unique, like a blue？？？ bird without the beak
I'm deep, like bucket seats when the 'tics hit the streets
Pick door number three if your price is right
I'll pull a dj quik 'tonite is the night'
(murphy lee)
Hold on, so i can tell 'em who i is, a young school boy with one
kid
I think i'm five-eight, but yo, maybe i'm five-six
With my boots off, i prefer my booties in boots off
You get in my bed, you better take pants, shoes off
Now, and not right now but right now!
And i ain't backin down, she can get up and bounce
The young dude, quick to roll up an ounce and head south
Don't even have drive, i can sit on the couch
And wrap somethin, and put on a beat and rap somethin
They call me mr. get all mad and smack somethin
I'm wild dude, you could probably find me on side two
If not i'm a holla like ja rule, get a dollar from my boo
And go and by a juice or somethin
A virgin rapper, i ain't gettin loose for nothin
Money earnin rapper, i ain't got no boots for nothin
So i'm servin rappers, i be cookin when i'm comin
(chorus) 2x
14.Summer In The City
I am the king of the city, top down windows
I'm puffin like diddy
Ridin cause the haters face mad, team gritty
Honk your horn twice if your missies lookin pretty
Well if you run wit your niggas, then i walk with my killas
Mo you will never have woman, yeah as long as i'm the dealer
What you feelin (uh) you sure you want some
Brought my slums, cats play like rums
Money in large sums, navigators and guns
Baby mamas wit sons
Ain't afraid to let you have it
If you trip with their loved ones (you tripled your fare)
What i hear most is no, no
You best get on your mark, get set, go, go
Like jagged edge ieave ya more def than so so
Type of person continue short sit in the front row
Get your hands out my pocket
You don't want just blow, blow
The only bird i get wit more is the doe-doe
They be like oh, oh
It's what they screamin from the back
Hey timber, is when i hit 'em wit the axe
Put ya gun away
And you might live to see another day
Come in head, run and done, bustin like andele
Asked around you got a range
(boy i been had wheels)
Aiyyo you think you gotta little change
(yeah my dirties love me truly)
I remember you use to shoot that thang
(ya never knew me)
Ya used to claim gangs (uh-huh)
Yo, when i rock vokal its either timb's or nikes
When i step in my prada i'ma rock the ice
When the 'tics do a show i'ma rock the mic
Born in 'new jack city' like wesley snipes
Drive a ss m.c with racing stripes
Runinn two p's of l.g, flip it twice
Hang round with cats who bust and they don't think twice
Nothing but dome shots no coming back twice
All i knew was hustling and rolling the dice
Scraping up dimes for whole-orders of china men rice
Now i sacrificed my life for publishing rights
Hoping everything gonna be aight
St. lunatics at the superbowl
Top row gettin super blowed
Rams on the 24 second down two to go
Now we in the louis tho
It's two below hundred degrees
I'm drivin about 103
With a s.t.l hat on
Top down holdin a blunt
You know i'm smokin wit the windows up
I be the young dude
Chief into kung-fu, with sun-do
Come through, beenie man you don't really want to
How come you, think you can
I'm from the city where the muddy mississippi might
Sink you man
I'm getting brains in the range
With the brains blown out
With tv's, the wood grain and them thangs rolled out
It's like a hot day in july
Just bangin when i fool guys
It's the credible, edible, federal when i'm high
On the hills on the lane
64 chevy the brains
Blown, gone, spread foam, wood, and chrome
How you doin mama my name is lee
I be the fabulous m.c you heard of
St. lunatics word up
I'm like 'ok', all the sun out
Ice down but i still pull a gun out
Feel that, bow down
It's real rap, verbally peelin cats off da map
Turf shake 16 bars of earthquake
If i do the whole song boom {＊booming sound＊} it's vietnam
You see it wrong, so i'ma gone leave you alone
Put my mind back on, who i'ma bone and take home
Got mine, get cha own - grab a cell call big tone
Need some air max cuz dem boys bobbin like stone, and a...
Ya ready for this, it's ced let-me-entertain-ya
Wassup, representing on wax
Talkin on record like p-diddy
I'm just here hollaring for the kings of comedy
You know too sharp steve harvey, bernie b. mac
Keepin it on the d.l hugley
15.You Can't Win
Ladies and gentleman
(come on throw your hands in the air like this one time)
One-two, this thing on right here
(we ain't gonna stop)
Can y'all hear me out there？
(and we want every one in this motherfucker to get out their
seat)
Ladies and gentleman without further adieu
(it's our time)
I'd like to introduce to you, my bitch
Fuck that, bitches don't deserve to rap
I'm back, and i'm about to murder cats
Trying to take my crown, i ain't letting that go down
I cop the four pound and go the whole twelve rounds, yeah
You broke hoes need to throw in the towel
Life's a wheel of fortune and y'all can't buy a vowel
Who me？ that's none of your concern
Like ashes in the urn, more money to burn
Damn my ass is firm, stay away from germs
Pussy flawless, get wetted in worms
If you only knew like aaliyah
How your man be hawking me and stalking me
When he fucking you he see me
Every crack valve or record he sell i get a piecey
Easy, believe me, my words is credible
Ask nat cole huh, i'm unforgettable
Don't let the qb get a hold of your guy
Sex him well, get him high, he might fuck around and die
I guess you know by now who's number one
Brooklyn, brooklyn that's where i'm from
(number one)
So if you got beef better think again
(number one)
Cause you can't win
(you can't win)
Repeat 1
Your so called vendetta was light like birds' feathers
Even with an umbrella, you can't stop my hurricane
I moved on to bigger and better things
Y'all still making minimum wage
First on stage, like the ever i graze
Leave you amazed
And keep the fifth by the rib cage
All you jealous ass holes is rebellious ass holes
Still trying to recoup from the first album ass holes
You's a gangster, prove it
Wanna shoot me, do it
That's word than jerry mcguire
I'll set that ass on fire
That's how you work with barbed wire
Carve my name in your face
Pour gas-o-line on you and drop you at the gas station
Y'all chicks ain't blind, i shine like polyeurotheme
Cocoa butter cre
That's the gleam of drugs baby like codeine
Low self esteem, eh-eh, the flows excellent
Your's is satisfactory return them to the factory
I mean practically, the shit is whack for me
Mama bear, finally out of hibernating
Here to tell you chicks to stop tailgating
Repeat 1 (2x)
It's the b-i-g-m-a-m-a
Often tipsy, cabin in percipsy
I've been in this shit since biz hit the, one-two
Nothing left to do
Move it in there, cathedral ceilings
Don't come to my house, it might hurt your feelings
P diddy introduced me to the business side
Fired me a few mill and a couple of oil spills
That's how we do it, you chicks is no thrill
Doin' it flinstones style, car with no wheels
Still on tricycles, riding bicycles
Our diamonds be so white they look like icicles
I'm getting sick and tired of hearing all these rough drafts
On the countdown, don't make me laugh
Got my own company, i'm chief of the staff
They say we twins then i'm the better half
I'm nasty worse than howard stern
This court is adjourned
And now it's your turn bitch
Repeat 1 (2x)
Can you feel me？
I just wanna know if y'all can feel me
I just wanna know if y'all can feel me out there
It's not a game, we're back
And this time we're not going anywhere
Number one, that's my bitch
Recognize! ya feel me？
Yeah, yeah, yeah
16.Number One
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
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？
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-
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
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