#1(Album Version (Edited)) feat. Clipse,Postaboy

歌詞

Uh Uh Uh I just gotta bring it to their attention dirty That's all You better watch who you talkin 'bout Runnin ya mouf like ya know me You gon' fuck around and check why the Show Me get called the Show me While one-on-one you can't hold me if your last name was Haynes The only way you word me out is stitch my name on your pants No resident of France (wooo) but ya swear I'm from Paris Hundred Six karats, total nah thats per wrist Tryina comfirm this my chains to yo chains I'm like Sprint or Motorola no service, outta ya range Your outta ya brains thinkin I'ma shout out ya name You gotta come up with better ways than that just to get ya fame All that pressure you applyin it's time to ease off Before I hit ya from the blind side takin ya sleves off As much as wefs floss still hard to please boss Don't be lyin bitchin and cryin suck it up as a loss Cause ya, acts is whack ya whole lable is whack And matta fact eh eh eh eh eh eh, hold that I am number one Don't matter if ya like it herr take it sit down and write it I am number one eh eh eh eh eh eh Now let me ask ya man What does it take to be number one Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers, eh What does it take to be number one eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh Do ya like it when I shake it for ya , Daddy Move it all around (wooo) Let ya getta peak before it touches the ground Hell yeah, ma Love a girl that's willin to learn willin to get in the driver's seat and willin to turn And I'm concerned bout that he say she say did he say what I think he said Squash that, he probably got that off E-Bay or something Internet access some website chat line mad cause I got mine oh done wind up on the flat line Oh, if my uncle could see me now If he can 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 till they calm down I got hella shorties come and askin ya Where the party oh lordy will I continue to act naughty Mixin Cris and Bacardi got me bangin fo sho I'm not a man of many words but it's one thing I know, pimp I am number one Don't matter if ya like it herr take it sit down and write it I am number one eh eh eh eh eh eh Now let me ask ya man What does it take to be number one Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers, eh What does it take to be number one eh, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh (Check it, yo) Ayo, I'm tired of people judging whatfs real Hip-Hop Half the time you'll be them niggafs that fuckin album flop you know Boat done sank and it ainft left the dock (come on) mad cause I'm hot, he just mad cause he not You ain't gotta give me my props just give me the yachts give me my rocks and keep my fans comin in flocks See you talk the Super Bowl Keep ya mouf on lock Shhhhhhhhhhhh I'm awake I'm cocky on the mic but I'm humble in real life Takin nothin for granted unless it's everything on my life Tryin 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 uncool (it's so crazy) Top down shirt off in the coupe spreadin the loot with my Family and friends and my closest of kin and I'd, do it again if it means I'ma win I am number one No matta if you like it herr take it sit down and write it I, I, I, I'm number one Cause two is not a winner and three nobody remembers Number one Cause two is not a winner and three nobody remembers