Teksty:
Number One Fan Can T Forget

you don't impress me no more Don't try to explain it, can't talk your way from this one I fell in love, and you didn't fall anywhere I lost interest when

treat you good Kids in the crib want dibs on the big man Can he come out? Can he come out and slam a jam? I'm his number one fan, yes I am All these

baby (Superstar) I'm your number one fan by far (I'm your number one fan by far) Superstar No sirey (No sirey) Don't you worry about a thing (Don't you

curious homie you better hide her Keep it gully baby boy, share that Easy when you see me, I don't like to get stared at Niggaz only mad 'cause they asses can't

slippin if you're caught in the dark (Sorry clown) Don't be slippin Don't go head up with Tha Chill Cause Chill can kill I can't stop because the city

Choir] Bringing in the bread Bringing in the bread... Now one night up there in Washington We didn't get paid for a show we'd done An' poor ol' Milton couldn't

up. Follow me. And one, two.... and one, two, one, two together. And one. (THEY begin to dance. After a while, NORMA snaps at JOE.) Don't lean back

. Hollywood U.S.A. Pack, pack, pack, packin' up, givin' in, I can't win Goin' back to start over again Greyhound bus, gotta rush to my man Will he still be my number one fan

know the Feds are my biggest fans I got to watch what the little one's saying, man They see my momma and they wanna pull her over Cause she ain't got no number