#1 (Wally Remix) f/ Clipse, The Posta Boy [*scratched*] "Rising to the top" "Number one" [Intro - Nelly] {*w/ ad-libs*} Oh let's go! Derrty ENT! Nigga
fifths on a shoppin trip 5000 Ones ya you know young wit it So high up in the air she need a flight to go get it Still mr. magic city You know no replacements
, yeah, yeah I I, I I, number one The two is not a winner and three nobody remembers Number one Cause two is not a winner and three nobody remembers
down and write it I-I-I, number one 'Cause two is not a winner and three nobody remembers Number one 'Cause two is not a winner and three nobody remembers
Her cousins, aunts and nieces start walking in by two Like who's trying to keep they composure now I'm feeling it can't nobody hold me down Nobody told
for corn rows and manicured toes, hey Fendi capri pants and Parasucos, alright Passadity is a city, with one or two throws I'm droppin' 'em outta high school straight into the pros Who knows? I know
my ranch, I just baked cookies Mister officer, lookie, take a whiff of these Here, I make Jesus juice, take a sip of this Nobody is safe from me, no not even me I don't even know
it a year, both a y'all be rakin' 50's leaves What do I know, that other nigga y'all got in your group I don't even know his name, but he can shovel my
the fifths on a shoppin' trip 5000 ones, ya you know young wit it So high up in the air, she need a flight to go get it Still Mr. Magic City, you know
harder than any of you niggaz Wherever I stand my bills the same punk And you got the nerve to tell me Come gangsta, throw your rags in the air And know that nobody
I don't know what you're looking for [Nelly] I'm the type of girl that'll look you dead in the eye (eye) I'm real as they come if you don't know why
I'm the type of girl that'll look you dead in the eye (eye) I'm real as they come if you don't know why im fly-y-y-y-y seen ya try to switch it up but
I just bake cookies Mr. Officer, lookie, take a whiff of this Here, I make Jesus juice, take a sip of this Nobody is safe from me, no, not even me I don't even know
nobody hard 9 o'clock, I'm gonna punch me a guard Hut one, hut two, I'm ready Hike, give the ball to Nelly And nobody out there feels me Take this 'fore
you know Spit at the fans, spit at the people You know what I'm sayin' Just let them know what's goin' on But uh, we gon' ride it out like this though If you know
people go Yo, watch your back Last days Last days Nobody's protected Yo, my little sister is Rosey Sharen Yo, yo, nobody's protected Not even Rosey Sharen, nobody
name is Ali I roll with them Lunatics You know us, know what I'm sayin' But what you might not know Is we got a lot of MC's in St. Louis So we gon' do
know, this has been the life Man, I don't know, I've been thinking I don't man, like, everywhere I fucking go they all know that "down, down, baby" shit