Nelly – #1 ft. Postaboy, Clipse

Download clean vinyl LP CD free mp3 audio song by Nelly and this music is titled “#1 (Number 1) ft. Postaboy, Clipse”.

Actually this amazing music is popped out of an album which is titled “Nellyville” And it was released in the year 2002.

 

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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

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’re 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, act 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, 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 – 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

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

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 I’m awake, ha ha ha

I’m cocky on the mic but I’m humble in real life

Takin’ 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

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)