#1 (Wally Remix) — текст песни (Nelly)


[*scratched*]

Rising to the top

Number one



[Intro - Nelly] {*w/ ad-libs*}

Oh let`s go!

Derrty ENT!

Nigga, we all we got, aye

We all we got!

Ok! Can you hear me!?...



[Verse 1 - Nelly]

They said I was crazy, when I stop slangin the crack

Took err`thang I had, and I put it in rap

If I ain`t a Lunatic, then what do ya call that

If my pockets ain`t obese, then what do ya call fat

I wasn`t born on purpose, I was unpurposely born

I`m the result of what happens when the condom is torn

I was sworn to secrecy, only talking when need to be

Never saying too much, and these niggas talking repeatedly

Conceivably I rip it up mo` then I get regretted fo`

Same biz you paying, on notes I get the credit fo`

More retro, than nigga before you get thrown back

I start taking, snap shots, I ain`t talking that Kodak

Start cocking the fo`s back, start making ya dome crack

Heard you don`t like me and I`m happy to know that

Feel like I`m cheating don`t it, kinda unfair in fact

Feel like I`m playing wit two Shaq`s, and two T-Mac`s, dirty



[Chorus 1 - Nelly]

I - am - number one, no matter if you like it

Here take it sit down and write it

I - am - number one

Hey hey hey hey...

What does it take to be number one

Two is not a winner, and three nobody remembers

What does it take to be number one

Hey hey hey hey...



[Verse 2 - The Posta Boy]

Yo yo, I was born number one, from the start so smart

Before I could walk I was attending Head Start

The jail niggas say I`m hard

If you ask 106 who I be, they gon say I`m God!

Number one like the first man ever touched space

Or the dot on the dice when a nigga roll Ace (Damn!)

Winning team legacy, I rep to the death of me

And just for the record B, none of y`all can F wit me

Rise to the top like I`m brick in the pot

I`m like Allen wit the rock, I ain`t missing a shot

When I`m down in the Dirty I be booted `n sooted

Me and Nelly got the Airs wit the chinchilla swooshes

Anyway that`s some other shit; And it`s a shame

I`m so filthy now my great grand daughter mother rich

P to the B see, I`m ghetto and greasy!

I`m the champ, and ain`t never been a nigga defeat me



[Chorus 2 - The Posta Boy]

Po` is! - number one

For my niggas in the borough, to start that dinero

Nigga Posta is! - number one

I`ma center fold nigga, fucked up rose nigga

We the team baby, we - number one

For my niggas that down, for me always been around

Nigga Posta he`s! - number one

I don`t talk it, I live it, cause I`m the first one that did it



[Verse 3 - Pusha T]

Lookin for a coward - well it`s not in here

Under the BBC, this heart be popping here

The game is wild, few gonna drop this year

Some of y`all not this year, the rest of y`all getting dropped this year

I`m hearing that the cops is (I`m hearing it) cops is here

In these BBC socks, I got the rocks in here

If the cops in here, I got my glock in here

If the glock in here, you know it`s gon` get +Hot in Here+

Touch ya soul to sue, like them heat holders do

The new 645, I`ll have the first in June

Start the summer off, floating wit the guts maroon

+Ricky Schroder+ paint job, colored +Silver Spoon+

Boys in black guts, black paint, midnight coon

Black gun, red beam, ready for high noon

Pusha straight like, half-past noon

Hell Hath No Fury coming soon, bet we`ll do number one



[Chorus 1] + (w/ Malice ad-libs)



[Verse 4 - Malice]

It was just `98, I was holding work

Now I`m only worth - over a mill, hell of a growth spurt

And you don`t wanna talk, show money

You would think it was talk show money

Honey fully understand, Malicious never down on his luck

I`ll fly you across the water, we ain`t even got to fuck

Hell, we can even dap when we park

Whatever helps you keep focus, safeguard your heart

Icky messy mayne, we wrecklessly aim

It`s the tale of two brothers like Frank and Jesse James

I will - write your outro, ghost write your life

I`m so author, I should smoke a pipe

I disregard all subliminal gestures

I`m the lead roller, y`all couldn`t cast his extras

I run wit it, threw it in my sleep, I`m one wit it

And that`s one wit a bullet, I`ll be the first to pull it, uh



[Chorus 1]



[Outro - scratches] - [To fade]

Rising to the top

Number One



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