Numero Uno

* track was pre-censored before release [Kookie] "I'm the one" "I'm the one" "I'm the one" "Oh, no, no" "I'm the one" "I'm the one" "I'm the one" "Oh, no, no, baby" --] Bobby Bland [Baby Bash] (Verse 1) It's the numero Uno, number one chulo Ridin' on the slab, with a top notch cool, oh Everybody you know, say they do it big Bros do it real sumo, that's what it is I'm a Dope House profit, suckers can't stop it They might got muscle, but they got no logic And I got a big heart, by the size of a lion Five minus four, girl, without even tryin' (Ugh!) Now stir that up and add it up From Mexico to Canada Professional, no amateur And you gon' bust two times, when I smack it up Then beat it up Then spank it up Til the [{*motherfuckin'*}] DJ crank it up I strip the game butt-naked, girl, line by line Hold up, let me bust it to you one more time Break: Kookie (Baby Bash slowed down) "I'm the one" (Numero uno...) "I'm the one" (Numero uno...) "I'm the one" (Hold up, hold up...) "Oh, no, no" "I'm the one" (Numero uno...) "I'm the one" (Numero uno...) "I'm the one" (Hold up, hold up...) "Oh, no, no, baby" (Verse 2) Now you can go Black, or you can go white You can go red or brown, but it still ain't right If the sauce ain't tight, and the swag ain't cripsy With that bullshit, you can't miss me Crissy Lizzy's, don't get nathin' They about drama, I'm about bakin' Never would I fake, cause I just don't purr Ten thousand sqaure feet, and you ain't even gotta work (Ugh!) Cause I'm the cash and the check one, candy paint wet one Space fly like a punk rock Jetson Always down to holla, holla, let's bet one The one your mama told you, "Baby, go get one" Hook: Baby Bash Extra menace, no disrespect Hop on, don't miss the jet Uh Extra menace, no disrespect Uh Hop on, don't miss the jet Yee! Repeat Break (Verse 3) I tips and dips in Cadillacs (Cadillacs) And I don't even trip off battle raps (Battle raps Blow so much purp', I get asthma attacks (Asthma attacks) Find this thick little mami, and I handle that (Ugh!) By the way, I'm 'bout these collar greens (Yeah) Sqaures don't know, that's what dollar means (Uh uh) Straight up out that Valley Jo/Vallejo H-Town, Texas, Cali, bro Yee!