Uh uh uh
I just gotta bring it
To they attention dirty
That's all
You better watch
Who you talking about
Running your mouth
Like you know me
You gonna fuck around
And show
Why the show
They call me
The Show me
Why one-on-one
You can't hold me
If your last name was Hanes
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 carats
Total?
Naw that's Per wrist
Trying to compurr
(Compare) This
My chain to your chain
I'm like Sprint and Motorola
No service
Out of your range
You're out of your brains
Thinking I'ma
Shout out your name
You gotta come up
With better ways
Than that
To catch your fame
All that 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,
Fuckin' crying
Suck it up that's a loss
'Cause you're
Ass is wack
Your whole
Label is wack
And matter fact
Eh eh eh eh eh
Hear that

CHORUS:
I-am-number one
No matter if you like it
Err take is 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 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 love 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 now
If he could see
How many rappers
Wanna be me now
Straight emulating my style
Right to the "down down"
Can't leave out the store now
Better wait till
They calm down
I got hella shorty's
Coming askin' me
"Yo where the party?"
Oh lordy till
I continue to act naughty
Mixing crist and Bacardi
Got me thinkin' fo sho
I'm not a man of many words
But there's one thing I know
Pimp

Repeat Chorus

I'm tired of people judging whats
real hip hop half the time it be the
niggas who fuckin' album flop
u know boat done sank and it aint left the dock
he just mad cuz im hot he just mad cuz he not
u aint gotta give me my props just give
me the yachts give me my rocks just keep
my fans coming in flocks
till u top the superbowl keep ur mouth on lock
I'm cocky on the mic but I'm humble in
real life taking nothing for granted
blessing everything on my life
trying to see a new light at the top of the roof
baby name not Siegel but a speak the truth
i heat the booth, Nelly actin' so uncool
Top down,shirt off in the coop, spreadin' the loot
with my family and friends and my closest to kin
kein and I'll do it again if it
means I'm gon' win, Dirty

I-am-number one
No matter if you like it
Here take this 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 3 nobody remembers
(Hey)

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