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
Uh.. uh uh uh uh
Uh.. wait a minute now
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Uh, uh..
Can you hear me out there?
Lunatics.. is y'all ready?
Let me hear ya
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
[Nelly]
I'ma sucka for corn rows and manicured toes (hey)
Fendi capri pants and Parasuco's (alright)
Passadity ?? city, with one or two throws
I'm droppin 'em outta high school straight into the pros
Who knows? I know!
And I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows
And break it down low to the flo', and there you go
Now throw it on me slow
And everytime I +Busta Rhyme+, baby "Gimme Some Mo'"
You say you like that, when I hit it from behind
And I'll be right back; yeah that's my very next line
I use it - time after time, when I'm speakin my mind
It's no matter if I'm shootin game to a pigeon or dime
I ask her, "Who dat is, talkin that shit about the 'tics?"
Somebody probably jealous cause they bitch got hit
But ain't nobody else droppin shit like this
Should we apologize? Nah fuck 'em, just leave 'em pissed, HEY!
Chorus: repeat 2X
Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I.
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! What's happenin now?
Andele andele mami, E.I. E.I.
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! If the head right, Nelly there ery'night
[Nelly]
We can gamble to the break of dawn, nigga
Money long, nigga
Pass up the skirt to talk to the thong, nigga
Some say I'm wrong, but fuck it I'm grown, nigga
If you ain't bout money then best be gone, nigga
I'm fast (uh) double takes when you walk past me
Nasty, don't be scared boo, go 'head and ask me
I drive fastly, call me Jeff Gord-on
In the black SS with the naviga-tion
See the joint blaz-on, somethin smells amaz-on
I got a chick rollin up, half black and asi-an
Another one pag-in, tellin me to come home
Her husband on vacation and left her home alone
I used the V-12, powers; weight loss, powers
From +Phat Farm+ to +Iceberg Slim+ in one shower
Get a room in Trump Towers just to hit the P hours
Kicked the bitch up out the room cause she used the word ours, HEY!
Chorus
[Nelly]
Aiyyo I smash-mouth a whole ounce, of that sticky
Wash my hands under a gold spout, when feelin icky
Let go off in a ho's mouth, I ain't picky
Start frontin when the shows out - whatchu mean?!
Twenty inches when they roll ouuuuuuut - come and get me
Big faces when they fold ouuuuuuut - is you wit me?
Don't make me pull that fo'-fo' ouuuuuuut
I keep it closer when the dough ouuuuuuut
Then I slide up in the Escalade
Me and E gettin solid like the Ice Capades
And me and Heezy - frosty, project mo' wrapped up than Bugsy
You understand me, wrapped wrists like mummies
If you compare me to your local grocery
Then you'll see I got more carrots/karats than "Aisle D"
More bread than "Aisle G", then bag and scan me
+Sure+ like +Al B.+, meet the 'tics in Maui, HEY!
Chorus
[Nelly]
St. Louis y'all, uh, uh
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Uh, can you feel that?
Lunatics y'all, uh, uh
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Uh, uh, Uncle Phil up above y'all, uh, uh
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Yell it universal y'all, uh, uh
Uh-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Uh, uh, chillin chillin chillin with the crew y'all
Chorus:
Hmm, I'm going down down baby yo street in a Range Rover
Street Sweeper baby cocked ready to let it go
Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
Hmm, I'm going down down baby yo street in a Range Rover
Street Sweeper baby cocked ready to let it go
Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha listen to it now
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
(Nelly)
You can find me, in St. Louis rollin on dubs
Smoking dubs in clubs, blowin up like cocoa puff
Sippin Bud, gettin perved and getting dubbed
Daps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs
And it's all because, accumulated enough stretch
Just to navigate it, fully decorated on chrome
And it's candy painted, fans fainted
While I'm entertaining, wild ain't it
How me and mugs, I hang with Hannibal Lector (Hot Shit)
So feel me when I bring it, sing it loud wha
I'm from the Loop 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 niggas like Onyx
Lunatics til the day I die
I run more game then the Bulls and Sonics
Chorus 2X
(Nelly)
Who say pretty boys can't be wild niggas
Loud niggas, O.K. Corral niggas
Foul niggas, run in the club and bust in the crowd nigga
How nigga, ask me again it's going down nigga
Now nigga, come to the circus and watch me clown nigga
Pound nigga, what you be givin when I'm around nigga
Frown niggas, 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 hey I
Say hi, to my niggas 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 niggas to Hotlanta, Louisiana
All my niggas wit Country Grammar
Smokin blunts in Savannah
Blow thirty mill like I'm Hammer
Chorus 2X
(Nelly)
Let's show these cats to make these milli-ons
So you niggas quit acting silly, mon
My +Kid+ quicker than +Billy+, mon
Talking really and I need it mon, foes I keep filly 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 niggas
Sheist niggas, who snatch yo life nigga, trife niggas
Who produce and sell the same beat twice, nigga, ice nigga
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 Trumph let me in, we spin now
I got money to lend my friends now, we in now
Candy Benz, Kenwood and 10"s now (Whoo!)
Fuckin lesbian twins now
Seein now, through the pen I make my ends now
[Nelly:]
Uh, Ay, Ay
Uh, Would you be my girl?
Would you be my,
(Would you be my girlfriend?)
Uh, Ay, Yeah
Check it
He don't want you like I want you believe me boo I been told
He don't appreciate you, ma, I can tell by the way he hold you
He don't love you like I do love you
He don't squeeze you like I squeeze
I'll make your neck pop back and in fact I'll buckle your knees (hey)
Okay, baby what's it gon' take for you to be my lady (tell me right
now)
I hear your friends say you should
Your parents tell you what's good
Your lil' sista' keep yellin' Nelly, I wish you would
But you hesitatin debatin' whether or not it's real
I ain't shootin game, boo, I'm just tellin you how I feel
I'm diggin everything about you
Your hips an' the way the swing
I hate to see you leave boo, but let us see ya all the way
I'll be your personal shrink boo I care what ya think
I bought the Bentely in pink cuz my dough in sync
So tell ya man bye bye and tell 'em you're long (gone)
Ain't no needin' wait up you done found you another (home)
(woo)
[Nsync:]
I don't know why you care (why you thinkin' bout it mamma?)
He doesn't even know you're there
'Cause he don't love your eyes (no)
And he don't love your smile (no)
Girl you know that ain't fair (c'mon)
In the middle of the night
Is he gonna be by your side?
Or will he run and hide?
You don't know cause things ain't clear
And baby when you cry
Is he gonna stand by your side?
Does the man even know you're alive?
I got an idea
Why don't you be my girlfriend
I'll treat you good (I'll treat you good girl)
I know you hear your friends when they say you should
'Cause if you were my girlfriend
I'd be your shining star
The one to show you where you are
Girl you should be my girlfriend
Does he know what you feel (he know what you feel?)
Are you sure that it's real yeah (are you sure?)
Does he ease your mind (no)
Or does he break your stride?
Did you know that love could be a shield yeah
In the middle of the night (ohhh)
Is he gonna be by your side? (no no - no)
Or will he run and hide?
You don't know cause things ain't clear
And baby when you cry (ooohh)
Is he gonna stand by your side? (no no)
Does the man even know you're alive?
I got an idea (listen girl)
So won't you be my girlfriend (yeah yeah)
I'll treat you good (I'll treat you good girl)
I know you hear your friends when they say you should, baby
'Cause if you were my girlfriend (uh uh uh uh)
I'd be your shining star (I'd be the one to shine for ya, girl)
The one to show you where you are (Check it, ah ah ah ah ah ah)
Girl you should be my girlfriend
[Nelly:]
Heat of Beyonce, cute as Beyonce,
Ghetto like Da Brat
Ready to scrap when I say
The talents of Alicia, fall Ms. Keys
I take the hips off Trina
The lips off Eve
I put ya so high on a pedestal, it might make ya nose bleed
So much ice around ya ankles, and watch ya toes freeze
Whats wrong, ma? Ya man ain't brining ya jewelry?
Don't trip flip ya scrip to a country boy
Now c'mon
Ever since I saw your face
Nothing in my life has been the same
I walk around just saying your name
Without you my world would end, yeah
I've searched around this whole damn place
And everything says you were meant to be
My girlfriend... oh
(Hey girl)
Why don't you be my girlfriend (yeah)
I'll treat you good (uh)
I know you hear your friends when they say you should
(I know you hear your friends when they say you should)
'Cause if you were my girlfriend (my girlfriend)
I'd be your shining star (be your shining star yeahh)
The one to show you where you are
Girl you should be my girlfriend (you make my heart sing)
Ahh... (uh uh uh uh) you make my heart sing
Ahh... you make my heart sing
Ahh... (uh uh uh uh) my baby, baby, yeah you make my heart sing
Ahh... girl you should be my girlfriend (would you be my)
Girl you should be my girlfriend (would you be my girl)
Girl you should be my girlfriend (would you be my)
Girl you should be my girlfriend...
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