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.
Listen up below with the full 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
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)
