My number numberone hit You are my number numberone hit Baby you are the song of my life And the sweetest melody And I love making love to your eyes It's like singing in the perfect key I got a studio up in heaven And it's the perfect atmosphere It's guaranteed to

Jungle land, jungle land Joey rides the subway Fast from east to west On the street he's number numberone Some say that he's the best Got something going on In a honkey tonk down town He is expected

It's not somewhere else One day at a time It holds us like a phantom The touch is like a breeze It shines its understanding See the moon smiling Open on all channels Ready to receive And we're not at the mercy

Girl mi haffi tell you, say your body good Mi haffi tell you, say your body good You do some thing, me never know you could Ah mi baby dat, mm hmm She touch a weak spot What a bloodclaat, pum pum fat The world know she hot She balance pon the big fat

Calling Elvis, I'm here all alone Calling Elvis, is anybody home? Did he leave the building? Can he come to the phone? Well tell him I was calling just to wish him well Let me leave my number, heartbreak hotel Oh love me tender, baby don't be cruel

I only love it when her hair long You should listen to this beat through my headphones Yeah, classic hip hop shit Rozay and Jay, let's get 'em We started out moppin' floors And now we front row at the awards Number Numberone for the last twenty years If you

Hey Nas, how ya doin'? Take my name, and my number numberBut let's take, it, slow Point out my enemies, a girl who's into me But not a hype chick someone with proper energy Meanwhile, we'll be groovin' I can be, what you said That you need, I can be, all that

I'll give you one more chance And you take what you need And you know you don't need me And if I recover Or it can be over Or we can just leave it here So pick any number numberChoose any color I've got the answer

Whoa! Don't slip up or get got! (Why not man?) I'm comin' for that number numberone spot! (Alright) Rappers swearin' they on top! (Nuh uh, uh uh) But I'm comin' for they number numberone spot! (Alright man) Scheme scheme, plot plot (say what?) I'm comin' for that

If you're feelin' what I'm feelin' let's mix it up, You got my number numberbaby hit me up, If you need a little late night pick me up, We ain't gotta make up just kiss me, We could straight up blame it on the whiskey, You ain't gotta wake up and miss me, no,