Number One Spot lyrics

[Intro]

Yeah baby, hehe, yeah!

Back again (that's right) Luda! Ha ha ha ha (Feel this)

It gets meaner and meaner each time baby

Feelin real good too (holla at 'em man) What up Uncle 'Face! (Yeah)

I'm a bull in this industry man (tell 'em)

Some would rather run down and get one cow (nah)

I think I'd rather walk down and get 'em all

You know what I'm talkin 'bout right? Look

[Verse 1]

I'm never going nowhere so don't try me

My music sticks in fans' veins like an IV

Flows poison like Ivy, oh they grimy

Already offers on my 6th album from labels tryin to sign me

Respected highly, "Hi, Mr. O'Reilly!"

Hope all is well, kiss the plaintiff and the wifey

Drove through the window, the industry super sized me

Now the girls see me and a river's what they cry me

I'm on the rise, so many people despise me

Got party ammunition for those tryin to surprise me (surprise!)

It's a celebration and everyone should invite me

Roll with the crew or meet the bottom of our Nikes (blaow!)

Explorer like Dora these swipers can't swipe me

My whole aura's so MEAN in my white tee

Nobody light-skinned did reppin harder since Ice-T

You disagree, take the Tyson approach and bite me!

[Hook]

Whoa! Don't slip up or get got! (Why not man?)

I'm comin' for that number one spot! (Alright)

Rappers swearin' they on top! (Nuh uh, uh uh)

But I'm comin' for they number one spot! (Alright man)

Scheme scheme, plot plot (say WHAT?)

I'm comin' for that number one spot! (Woo, hey)

Keep it goin' it won't stop! (What you doin' man?)

I'm comin' for that number one spot!

[Verse 2]

Yes indeed, Ludacris I'm hotter than Nevada

Ready to break the steerin' column on yo' Impala

If I get caught, bail out, po'-po' I tell 'em holla

In court I never show up, like Austin Powers fa-zha

Father, father, and hey I love gold

But can buy anything I want from the records I've sold

Jacuzzi's hot, Cristal is so cold

Neighbors catch contacts, from the blunts that I've rolled

A pig in a blanket, a smoke and a pancake

Drop albums non-stop once a year for my fans sake

I crush mics until my hand breaks

Then shag now and shag later 'til these women can't stand straight

The Luda-meister got 'em feelin so randy

I'm +XXL+ so I call 'em my +Eye Candy+

Brush my shoulder and I, pop my collar

Cause I'm worth a million ga-zillion fa-fillion dollars

[Hook]

Whoa! Don't slip up or get got! (Why not man?)

I'm comin for that number one spot! (Alright)

Rappers swearin they on top! (Nuh uh, uh uh)

But I'm comin' for they number one spot! (Alright man)

Scheme scheme, plot plot (say WHAT?)

I'm comin for that number one spot! (Woo, hey)

Keep it goin it won't stop! (What you doin' man?)

I'm comin for that number one spot!

[Verse 3]

Causin' lyrical disasters, it's the master

Make music for Mini-Me's, models and Fat Bastards

These women trying to get me out my Pelle Pelle

They strip off my clothes and tell me, "Get in my belly!"

Stay on the track, hit the ground runnin like Flo-Jo

Sent back in time and I've never lost my mojo

Ladies and gentlemen ahh, boys and girls

Ludacris sent down to take over the whole world!

[Hook]

Whoa! Don't slip up or get got! (Why not man?)

I'm comin' for that number one spot! (Alright)

Rappers swearin' they on top! (Nuh uh, uh uh)

But I'm comin' for they number one spot! (Alright man)

Scheme scheme, plot plot (say WHAT?)

I'm comin' for that number one spot! (Woo, hey)

Keep it goin' it won't stop! (What you doin' man?)

I'm comin' for that number one spot!

• Artist:Ludacris
• Album:The Red Light District