Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Number One, artist - DJ Ideal. Date of issue: 09.05.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Orchard
Song language: English
Number One |
| Dr. Forrest, dial one eighteen please |
| Dr. Forrest, please dial one one eight |
| Diddy ain’t tell ya’ll I run the city now? |
| Play wack rappers like a stewardess, I sit 'em down |
| Take flight like Holyfield and Mike, number one or two |
| Lend me a ear I will chew you niggas like tobacco |
| Major League shit, get hotter than Tabasco |
| Make you eat shit |
| 'Cause niggas can’t see me, even with no tint |
| On the Bentley, I’m simply |
| A motherfuckin' magician when it come to dissapearin' rappers |
| Shit happens |
| Drama lead to bullshit, bullshit to foul play, foul play to gun play |
| Then you see the Tahoe swervin' down the one-way |
| Bangin' Big Poppa 'till the red dots spot ya |
| Pop ya, drop ya, like the Rasta- |
| Farian marijuana I blow like Sinatra |
| Better call a docta', I gotcha nigga |
| I’m number one |
| I’m number one (x4) |
| Who got you niggas gassed up? |
| Treat em' like a bitch, fuck 'em, leave em' wit they ass up |
| Screamin' like K-Ci & JoJo’s last cut |
| 'If ya think ya lonely", wait until tonight’s up |
| Black tape around ya wife and your daughter |
| My lyrical slaughter’s on time for your departure |
| Look what all that slick shit bought ya, this rap torture |
| Brought to you by your’s finest, your highness |
| Drop to your knees, say your fuckin' prayers |
| Thou shalt not fuck with he who is greater |
| The emcee slayer, put niggas to sleep, have em' counting sheep |
| Get up in that ass real deep |
| Like a dildo, for real do', I let the steel blow |
| Get real low, I show you motherfuckers how it feel, so |
| You can watch me, kick shit like a steel toe |
| While you fall off the charts real slow |
| I’m number one |
| I’m number one (x4) |
| Put whoever at number two, fuck number three |
| Time to show 'em what them numbers do |
| Fist album five mil, second; |
| four and a half |
| Subtract two quarters After the Math (I'm number one) |
| Like that Lil' Penny nigga |
| Play yo position, that go for any nigga |
| Big or tall, Bruce Bruce or a skinny nigga |
| Die fast, my nine milli is surgical |
| Give niggas gastric bypass when I murder yo |
| I WILL creep, dim the lights on the fuckin' Jeep |
| Gotta aim for his head cuz them bullets ain’t cheap |
| If I load the Glock nine, count the bodys on the street |
| I was born hardcore: A Menace II Society |
| Caine and O-Dog in one, nigga I just begun |
| To break niggas o' they disrespectful habits |
| I got ta have it, talkin' the green and the fuckin' carrots |
| I’m number one (I'm number one) |
| Evil Empire, laughing all the way to the bank hahahaha |