Number One Spot - Ludacris (lyrics) I\u0027m never goin\u0027 nowhere so don\u0027t 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\u0027 to sign me Respected highly, Hi MR. O\u0027Reilly 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\u0027s what they cry me I\u0027m on the rise, so many people despise me Got party ammunition for those tryin\u0027 to surprise me (surprise!) It\u0027s 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\u0027t swipe me My whole aura\u0027s so mean in my white tee Nobody light-skinded reppin\u0027 harder since Ice-T You disagree, take the Tyson approach and bite me! Whoa! Don\u0027t slip up or get got! (Why not man?) I\u0027m comin\u0027 for that number one spot! (Alright) Rappers swearin\u0027 they on top! (Nuh uh, uh uh) But I\u0027m comin\u0027 for they number one spot! (Alright man) Scheme scheme, plot plot (say what?) I\u0027m comin\u0027 for that number one spot! (Woo, hey) Keep it goin\u0027 it won\u0027t stop! (What you doin\u0027 man?) I\u0027m comin\u0027 for that number one spot! Yes indeed, Ludacris I\u0027m hotter than Nevada Ready to break the steerin\u0027 column on yo\u0027 Impala If I get caught, bail out, po\u0027-po\u0027 I tell \u0027em 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\u0027ve sold Jacuzzi\u0027s hot, Cristal is so cold Neighbors catch contacts, from the blunts that I\u0027ve 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 \u0027til these women can\u0027t stand straight The Luda-meister got \u0027em feelin so randy I\u0027m double-X-L so I call \u0027em my \u0022Eye Candy\u0022 Brush my shoulder and I, pop my collar Cause I\u0027m worth a million ga-zillion fa-fillion dollars Whoa! Don\u0027t slip up or get got! (Why not man?) I\u0027m comin\u0027 for that number one spot! (Alright) Rappers swearin\u0027 they on top! (Nuh uh, uh uh) But I\u0027m comin\u0027 for they number one spot! (Alright man) Scheme scheme, plot plot (say what?) I\u0027m comin\u0027 for that number one spot! (Woo, hey) Keep it goin\u0027 it won\u0027t stop! (What you doin\u0027 man?) I\u0027m comin\u0027 for that number one spot! Causin\u0027 lyrical disasters, it\u0027s the master Make music for Mini-Me\u0027s, models and Fat Bastards These women tryin\u0027 yo get me out my Pelle Pelle They strip off my clothes and tell me, \u0022Get in my belly!\u0022 Stay on the track, hit the ground runnin\u0027 like Flo-Jo Sent back in time and I\u0027ve never lost my mojo Ladies and gentlemen ah, boys and girls Ludacris sent down to take over the whole world! Whoa! Don\u0027t slip up or get got! (Why not man?) I\u0027m comin\u0027 for that number one spot! (Alright) Rappers swearin\u0027 they on top! (Nuh uh, uh uh) But I\u0027m comin\u0027 for they number one spot! (Alright man) Scheme scheme, plot plot (say what?) I\u0027m comin\u0027 for that number one spot! (Woo, hey) Keep it goin\u0027 it won\u0027t stop! (What you doin\u0027 man?) I\u0027m comin\u0027 for that number one spot!