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Uh uh uh I just gotta bring it to their attention dirty that's all... You better watch who you talkin' about Runnin' yo mouth like you know me ???You gonn 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 diss my name on your band. No resident of France But u swear im from Paris, 106 karats, oh lord that's pure rich. Tryin' 2 compare this, my chain to yo' chain, I'm like sprint and motorlola no service outta your range. Yo' out of yo' brains thinkin' Ima shout out yo name. U gotta come up with betta ways than that 2 get yo' fame. Only pressure you applying is time 2 ease off, b-4 I hit u from the blind side. Takin' your sleeves off as much as we've lost, still hard 2 please boss. Don't be lyin' & cryin' suckin' the bezel loss. 'Cause yo ass is wack, your whole label is whack. A matter fact... ah ah ah ah ah ah ah listen. Chorus: I...Am...number 1. No matter if u like it, I'll take it sit down & write it eh I...Am...number 1 eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh now let me ask yo' man what does it take 2 be # 1? 'Cause 2 is not a winna & 3 nobody remembas (hey) what does it take 2 be # 1? eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh Do ya' like it when I shake it 4 ya', daddy, move it all around? (WEW) Let u get a peep b-4 it touches the ground? Hell yeah ma I love a girl that's willin' 2 learn, willin' 2 get in the drivers seat & willin' to turn. And not concerned 'bout the he say, she say, did he say, what I think he say? Squash that. Probably got that off e-bay or some internet access, or some website chat line. Mad cause I got mine, (oh) don't wind up on the flat line. Oh if my uncle could see me now, if he could see how many rappas wanna be me now. Straight emulatin' my style right to the down down can he bout 2 score now, betta wait till they calm down. I got lil' shorty's coming askin' me where tha party. Oh lordy till I continue 2 act naughty, mixin' cris & bacardi, got me bangin' fa-sho. I'm not a man of many words but there's 1 thing I know Pimp. (Chorus) Hey yo I'm tired of people judgin' what's real hip-hop. Half the time you be the niggas who's f***** album flop. you know who. Boat done sank and it ain't left the dock. (c'mon) mad cause I'm hot He just mad cause he's not. You ain't gotta gimme my props jus' give me the yachts gimme my Rocks & keep my fans comin' in flocks. Til' u top the super bowl keep yo mouth on lock (SHHH) I'm awake. ha ha ha ha I'm cocky on the mike but I'm humble in real life. Takin' nothin' 4 granted that's another thing 'bout my life. Tryin' 2 see a new light at the top of the roof. Baby ain't not single but I speak the truth I heat the booth, Nelly actin' so uncouth. Top down shirt off in tha coupe spreadin' the loot wit' my fam'ly and friends, & my closest of kin, & I do it again if it means Ima win. Dirty... Dirty (chorus (repeat until fade)) |
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