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 $#&@ 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 stitch my name on your pants
No resident of France

But you swear I'm from Paris
106 Karats
Told em "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
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, (*##$in'
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 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?


[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't leave out the score 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 Cris and Bacardi
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 ^!$$%s who's $#&@in 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 @@#!y 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

[(Chorus) - repeat until fade]