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 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 carats Told 'em "No that's per wrist" Trying to compare (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 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, bitchin' And crying Sucking the bezel loss 'Cause you're As* 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 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) 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'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 now If he could see How many rappers Want to 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 cris and Bacardi Got me banging fo sho I'm not a man of many words But there's one thing I know Pimp
Hey yo I'm tired of people Judging what's real hip-hop Half the time you be them niggas Who's fucking 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 Keep my fans Coming in flocks Till you top the Superbowl Keep your mouth on lock Sh I'm awake ha ha 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 Peep it, name not Sigel But I speak the truth I heat the booth Nelly acting so uncouth Top down shirt off In the coupe Spreading 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