• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• 1% - Nelly
• 1% - Pink
• 1% - Joe Budden
• 1% - Ciara
• 1% - Gerald Levert
• 1% - Jane's Addiction
• 1% - Eve 6
• 1% - Димна завеса
• 1% - Lars Frederiksen & The Bastards
• 1% - Joy Zipper

Uh uh uh
I just gotta bring it to they attention dirty, that's all..
[Nelly]
You better watch who you talkin bout; runnin your mouth, like you know me
You gon' fuck around and show why the "Show Me" get called the "Show Me"
Why one-on-one you can't hold me if your last name was Hands
Only way you wear me out is stitch my name on your pants
No resident of France; but you swear I'm from Paris
Hundred-six karats - total? Naw that's per wrist
Trying to compurr this - my chain to yo' chain
I'm like Sprint or Motorola - no service, out of your range
You out of your brains, thinkin I'ma shout out your name
You gotta come up with better ways than that to catch your fame
All that pressure you applyin it's time to ease off
Before I hit you from the blindside takin your sleeves off
As much as we's floss, still hard to please boss
Don't be lyin bitchin and cryin - suck it up as a loss
Cause your, acts is wack, your whole label is wack
And matter fact, eh eh-eh eh a-hold that
[Chorus: 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 hey hey - now let me ask you man
What does it take to be number one?
Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers (hey)
What does it take to be number one?
Hey hey hey hey..
[unknown girl]
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?
[Nelly]
Hell yeah ma I love a girl that's willin to learn
Willin to get in the driver's seat and willin 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 eBay
Or some, Internet access some, website chat line
Mad cause I got mine, don't wind up on the flat line
Ohh if my uncle could see me know
If he could see how many rappers wanna be me now
Straight emulatin my style right to the "down down"
Can't leave out the store now better wait 'til they calm down
I got hella shorties, comin askin, "Yo where the party?"
Ohh lordy - will I continue to act naughty?
Mixing Cris' and Bacardi, got me thinkin fo' sho'
I'm not a man of many words but there's one thing I know - pimp
[Chorus]
I.. am.. number one - no matter if you like it
Here take it sit down and write it
Hey I.. am.. number one
Hey hey hey hey hey hey - now tell me now girlie
What does it take to be number one?
Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers
Tell me - what does it take to be number one?
Hey hey hey hey..
[Nelly]
Check it, uhh, check, yo
Aiyyo I'm tired of people judgin what's real Hip-Hop
Half the time you be them niggaz who fuckin 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, and keep my

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Joey!
Let's go back in the days before your present
Back when it was a little more pleasent
Before I knew this rap shit would ever lure me in
Let's go back like Mike Fox in the Delorean
Back in the day shit, back to the basics
When brass knuckles used to leave a nigga face ticked
Its back to the Diadoras and the Asics
It's back to the New Editon and The Take 6
I'm Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number one
Let's go way back if you able to do the math yeah
I'm talkin' bout the pool table in the cafe yeah
When the strip was introduce to Paruiqo
Commodore 64 and Coleco
Not back to Cali back to the valley
Back to dapadere yall back to Bally's
Back before Puma and Stange'
Before Zhane and go a little further back to Kwame
Damn we came a long way
I'm Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number one
I remeber break dancin' cardboards and backflips
the royal blue and the orange Patricks
wudn't like you homo sucka's
I had the low top Converse cause I could change my logos color
I remember way back when every clan was stylin'
Flava Flav clocks and X-Clan medallions
In class see a girl you glance at her
pass her a note do you like me? Circle a answer
I'm Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number one
Winters not the best time warm it up Kane had came through
The eight ball jackets and Columbia Rain suits
We ain't pay minds to the length of our chains
Transformers was a dance Decepticons was a gang
yall I'm talkin bout sheep skins
Talkin bout wearn two pair of jeans when moms gave me a beatin'
after school three o clock we was able to fight
park dibs yall two turn tables and mike like
I'm Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number one
What about when Public Enemy came out and they dropped a classic
or the Pee-Wee Herman and the Roger Rabbit
and the nerds took our tests and they passed em for us
back to the roof top back to latin quarters
the olds school's new school now it's the same ol
It's back to Fila's, gazelles and Kango's
It's back to 40 ounces back to OE
Not back to rope chains but back to Gold teeth
I was the class clown just snappin at cats
Let's go back to the (?) with the matchin' hats
Remember the Real Roxanne remember all (?)
Remember Kool Moe Dee remember Lord Finesse
I bumped Run-D.M.C. almost every weekend
The Bronx and Queensbridge just couldn't stop beefin'
Kept it on wax they ain't have to pack heat
Back to Ron Zee tapes back to Black Sheep
I'm Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number one
Come on say it with me
Im talkin' old Bobby Brown before he (?) Whitney
I used bring all my touys in the tub with me
A snotty nose kid eatin boogers
It was Ultimate Warrior and Jimmy Fly Snooka on
sometimes I read scriptures like Psalms maybe
and I didn't wanna go to church but my moms made me
TV made me laugh
I remember night rider cause Kit used to save his ass
Let's go back to spoonin' back to Black Moon and
back to when wrestlin' had it's own cartoon and
they used to sleep on us now they demand us
Will smith told parents they just can't understand us
back to playin the dozens
back to humpin' our prettiest girl cousin
psyche! I'm buggin.
NWA was simply known
Let' get back on the block I'm talkin Quincy Jones
I gotta Jones yall
I'm Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number one
Let's go back before I burned the booth
when Tevin Campbell was ill before the whole world learned the truth
Hip hop had a message then dudes was droppin
I never got what I wanted on back to school shoppin'
Think about, used to be about shit
That was back when I still got easter outfits
We all grew up all older folks
Its more than just music its a culture folks
We Number one, one, one, one
Damn it feels good to see hip-hop say its number one
Remember sugar water
what was the name of the fuckin' drink
that they said the fuckin triple K
The Klu Klux Klan and shit had put some shit in and
The black niggaz were gon' die - huh?
Whatever that was, you niggaz knew about it

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Umh......la la da.....
la da da.........'Catchin Feelin'
I'm catchin feelins' (yeah yeah yeah)
I'm catchin feelins' (yeah yeah yeah)
I don't think I can deal with hollering at you and you not holler back
Leaving messages on your phone and you don't hit me back
Catchin feelins' (yeah yeah yeah)
I'm catchin feelins' (yeah yeah yeah)
I don't think I can deal with knowing you're laying up with somebody
else
I don't want you for my friend if I can't have you for myself
A friend of a friend introduced us, had some drinks and laughs told me
about
your man I told you 'bout my girlfriend you said he made you happy
sometimes but
(sometimes) he spends way too much time at work. And his family
worked
yo' nerves, baby momma was a jerk and his kissing was the worse but you
still loved him.
So we agreed to meet next week for conversation and some drinks.
But baby girl I think I'm catchin feelins' (yeah yeah yeah)
I'm catchin feelins' (yeah yeah yeah)
I don't think I can deal with hollering at you and you not holler back
Leaving messages on your phone and you don't hit me back
Catchin feelins' (yeah yeah yeah)
I'm catchin feelins' (yeah yeah yeah)
I don't think I can deal with knowing you're laying up with somebody
else
I don't want you for my friend if I can't have you for myself
You brought your man the next week. That didn't sit well wit me, but
Our other
friends made it easier for me to be in your company
You said hey that's my jam but your man didn't want to dance so I
grabbed
you by the hand and let you to the dance floor the closer we got, I
started
feeling hot, ooh, I know you feel me, girl how embarrassing but you
didn't
push away you pulled me closer to your face, whispered this is wrong
stopped before the end of the song.
I'm catchin feelins' (yeah yeah yeah)
I'm catchin feelins' (yeah yeah yeah)
I don't think I can deal with hollering at you and you not holler back
Leaving messages on your phone and you don't hit me back
Catchin feelins' (yeah yeah yeah)
I'm catchin feelins' (yeah yeah yeah)
I don't think I can deal with knowing you're laying up with somebody
else
I don't want you for my friend if I can't have you for myself
I met many-a woman-but never felt this way you had me wide open the first
time I
seen yo' face but I can't be around you and know you're not mine so if
really love him tell me am I wasting my time
Ooh Ooh. (gerald's many ooh's)
I'm catchin feelins' (yeah yeah yeah)
I'm catchin feelins' (yeah yeah yeah)
I don't think I can deal with hollering at you and you not holler back
Leaving messages on your phone and you don't hit me back
Catchin feelins' (yeah yeah yeah)
I'm catchin feelins' (yeah yeah yeah)
I don't think I can deal with knowing you're laying up with somebody
else
I don't want you for my friend if I can't have you for myself
Knowing somebodies hitting that thang and my back ground sang

All the people I know wanna be left alone
Some people! I don't know?
They wont leave you alone
You gotta be just - be just like them
Biggest gang I know they call the government
Gang is a weapon
That you trade your mind in for
You gotta be just - be just like them
The gang
And the government
No different
The gang
And the government
No different
The gang
And the government
No different
That makes me 1%
That makes me 1%
Trouble comes down
Like a foot steppin heavy
Shake your fist
At the bitch
Or wave your money
You gotta be right
You gotta be right
Don't be no
Supper for a big fish
With the big lip
And the over -
Bite - bite
You gotta bite
Bite - bite - bite - dabita
Bite - bite - badadabita
Bite - bite - bite - bite
Bite - bite - bite - bite
Sll the people I know wanna be left alone
Some people I don't know?
They wont leave you alone!
You gotta be just - be just like them
The gang
And the government
No different
The gang
And the government
No different
The gang
And the government
No different
That makes me 1%
That makes me 1%
That makes me 1%
That makes me 1%

I turn away and shove my hands deep in my pockets
I see her face my body aches and I start rotting
I watch as he stares into eyes that gazed upon me
Time ticks by I feel like dying and then she calls me
[ Chorus ]
I think its great that we're so such good friends
I'm so glad that we're such good friends
Do you think of me when your being abused
Thank God I wasn't used.
Wait by the phone because she said that she would call me
I know she won't but I still hope it will start ringing
I'll try to find something to do to pass the time
I lock my door, pace back and forth my teeth are grinding
[ Repeat Chorus ]
When he makes you cry do you consider your best interests,
When he gets high you know your pain is self inflicted
I watch as he stares into eyes that gazed upon me
Time ticks my I feel like dying and then she calls me

Роден съм в черна немотия
тъй както дядо ми и аз!
Баща ми също бе от тия
родените в злощастен час!
Отдавна мъката е с нас
и както моите деди!
В бедняшки гроб ще легна аз!
Над мене няма герб да бди!
Отдавна мъката е с нас!
Родените в злощастен час!

Well in the steam of the man hole cities slum
Like a ghost it takes form in the sludge and the scum
Well Jose said he knew him but not for very long
You know the Mexican kid well we all called him john
He was cut down quickly his legs wouldn't run
You see it all came down to big Danny's gun
He was a devil to most but an angel to some
He ruled his block with a gang load of men
COZ I'M A GENERATION TERROIST AND
WHEN I SHOOT
YOU KNOW I NEVER MISS
AND ITS
MY LIFE MY WAY I CANT RESIST
IL SCRATCH YOU OUT IF YOUR ON MY LIST
COZ I'M A GENERATION TERROIST AND
WHEN I SHOOT
YOU KNOW I NEVER MISS
AND ITS
MY LIFE MY WAY I CANT RESIST
IL SCRATCH YOU OUT IF YOUR ON MY LIST
Swastika tattooed on his head
At the age of 24 he ate a bullet in bed
Well big Danny cleaned up the mess that he left
As he explained it to me
Well he wept and he wept
He said ' IT DONT MAKE NO FUCKIN' SENSE!'
He told me ' little Lars' keep it under your breath
Revenge was coming from the tip of his tongue
I guess it was served when Jose didn't run
COZ I'M A GENERATION TERROIST AND
WHEN I SHOOT
YOU KNOW I NEVER MISS
AND IT'S
MY LIFE MY WAY I CANT RESIST
IL SCRATCH YOU OUT IF YOUR ON MY LIST
COZ I'M A GENERATION TERROIST AND
WHEN I SHOOT
YOU KNOW I NEVER MISS
AND IT'S
MY LIFE MY WAY I CANT RESIST
IL SCRATCH YOU OUT IF YOUR ON MY LIST
COZ I'M A GENERATION TERROIST AND
WHEN I SHOOT
YOU KNOW I NEVER MISS
AND IT'S
MY LIFE MY WAY I CANT RESIST
IL SCRATCH YOU OUT IF YOUR ON MY LIST
COZ I'M A GENERATION TERROIST AND
WHEN I SHOOT
YOU KNOW I NEVER MISS
AND ITS
MY LIFE MY WAY I CANT RESIST
IL SCRATCH YOU OUT IF YOUR ON MY LIST
Well I was 11 years old
There was a knock at my door
There was some trouble in my manor
Its outta control
Well big Danny's handcuffed he's on the floor
Yeah he told me to run and he told me to bolt
As my mother cried you know my father lied
Well big Danny was there he was at my side
He taught me how to love he taught me how to be free
YEAH FREE

Lying naked in the sun
Making eyes that everyone
You're the one
Later on you're sat alone
The lone empty moon