Plies was born Algernod Lanier Washington on July 1, 1976, in Fort Myers, Florida and grew up in Cape Coral, Florida. While at Fort Myers Senior High School, he played in the football team, was crowned Homecoming King, and was named the "Best Dressed" student of his class. He attended Miami University for a year and played in its basketball team, then transferred to the University of Central Florida for sophomore year and dropped out. In the late 1990s, Plies and his stepbrother Ronnell Lawrence Lavatte, also known as Big Gates, established an independent record label, Big Gates Records. Although Plies initially refused to rap, after a demonstration for one of his artists, Big Gates decided to keep Plies' verse on the track "Tell Dem Krackers Dat". Big Gates and Plies promoted the single and traveled many times to Miami, which eventually led to a deal for Plies on Slip-n-Slide Records. Plies's girlfriend Brandy Lacole Lyons gave birth to a son, Nijier Lanier Washington, at the University Community Hospital in Tampa, Florida on October 20, 2003. After signing to Slip-n-Slide in 2004, Plies released several mixtapes.
On July 2, 2006, after a shooting at a Gainesville, Florida nightclub, Plies was charged with illegal possession of a concealed weapon, and members of his entourage were charged with attempted murder. The shooting, in which 5 people were injured, started after Plies' microphone was cut off for Lil' Boosie to perform, after Plies' performance ran over time. According to the promoter Jonathan Smith, Plies became "enraged". A fight began with fists and shouting, and ended with at least six rounds of bullets being fired.
#1 Fan
Plies Lyrics
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And next time you see somebody homie that's so bad that you can't resist them
Walk up to 'em and tell that you they #1 Fan
Hey I've been watchin' you all night
All night (All night)
So DJ play that one song, I've decided I
Had to make you mine
I don't need no more convincin' you got my attention
You got me baby
I'm your number one, your number one
I'm your number one, fan
Your number one, I'm your number one, your number one
I'm your number one, fan
See you got me goin'
Baby I can't explain it
Whatever you doin' is workin'
Baby don't change it
Eh, eh
I'm your number one,
I'm your number one,
I'm your number one fan
I like the salute you baby for recognizin' the swag
You still a virgin and if a goon ain't somethin' you ever had
Prefer mine out the hood, but I respect class
Glad you didn't let me scare yea how my pants sag, I'ma pass that
Guarantee you I'm top, I'm better than your last
Good girls I love 'em, I like to turn 'em bad
One night I can make you forget all 'bout your past
When it's over be able to teach your own class
Opportunity of a life time, don't let it pass
Longer we wait the better, we ain't got to move fast
Before it's over my name gon' be on your car tag
The feelin' you lookin' for, baby I can give you that
Hey, I've been watchin' you all night (All Night)
All night
So DJ play that one song, I've decided I had to make you mine
All mine
I don`t need no more convincin' you got my attention
You got me baby
I'm your number one, (Your number one)
Your number one, (Number one)
I'm your number, fan (Oh Baby)
Your number one, oh
Your number one, (I'm your number one)
I'm your number one, (Number one)
Your number one, fan
See you got me goin'
Baby I can't explain it
Whatever yea doin' is workin'
Baby don't change it
I'm your number one,
your number one,
your number one fan
This seen alotta' things
It been around the world
But never once met somebody this bad girl
I dunno if you a fan of mine
But I'ma fan of yours
Cute face, and a pretty smile, and nice curves
Couldn't even talk when I seen yea
I was at a loss of words
Been yea number one fan
Ever since I seen yea, girl
Fell victim for yea when I seen yea body twirl
Couldn't sit back and wait
Had to get to you first
Let you play in my bank account
To see yea splurge
All I can think 'bout since I seen yea is his and hers
You've been promised it all in a line you ain't heard
I'm your number one fan,
And I mean every word
Hey, I've been watchin' you all night
All night (Hey)
So DJ play that one song, I've decided I had to make you mine (Mine)
All mine (Mine baby)
I don't need no more convincin' you got my attention
You got me baby
I'm your number one, (I'm your number one)
Yuh number one, (Yuh number one) (I'm your number fan!)
I'm your number one, (I'm your number, See)
You got me goin'
Baby I can't explain it
Whatever yea doin' is workin'
Baby don't change it
Eh, eh
I`m your number one, I'm your number one, I'm your number one, fan.
Fan, Fan, Fan...
The song "#1 Fan" is a collaboration between Plies, Keyshia Cole, and J. Holiday. The song tells the story of a man who has been watching a woman all night and has decided to make her his own. He claims to be her number one fan and that he will do anything to make her happy. The chorus repeats the idea of being someone's number one fan over and over, emphasizing the infatuation the singer has with the woman.
The verses describe the attraction the singer has towards his love interest. Plies raps about how he loves good girls and wants to turn them bad, while J. Holiday sings about how he has never met someone with as much swag as the woman he is interested in. Keyshia Cole sings the chorus and adds her own flavor to the song with her powerful vocals.
The song has a catchy beat and lyrics that are easy to memorize. It has received mixed reviews, with some critics praising the collaboration between the three artists, while others criticize Plies' rap style for being too repetitive. Overall, "#1 Fan" is a fun and upbeat song that is perfect for a night out dancing with friends.
Line by Line Meaning
It's Plies, baby (Plies, baby)
Introducing the artist Plies
And next time you see somebody homie that's so bad that you can't resist them
Walk up to 'em and tell that you they #1 Fan
Encouragement to express your admiration to someone you find irresistible
Hey I've been watchin' you all night
All night (All night)
So DJ play that one song, I've decided I
Had to make you mine
All mine (Mine)
I don't need no more convincin' you got my attention
You got me baby
Expressing the singer's desire and attraction towards the subject of the song
I'm your number one, your number one
I'm your number one, fan
Your number one, I'm your number one, your number one
I'm your number one, fan
Reiterating the artist's position as the subject's top admirer
See you got me goin'
Baby I can't explain it
Whatever you doin' is workin'
Baby don't change it
Eh, eh
I'm your number one,
I'm your number one,
I'm your number one fan
Admiring the subject and acknowledging their impact on the artist
I like the salute you baby for recognizin' the swag
You still a virgin and if a goon ain't somethin' you ever had
Prefer mine out the hood, but I respect class
Glad you didn't let me scare yea how my pants sag, I'ma pass that
Guarantee you I'm top, I'm better than your last
Good girls I love 'em, I like to turn 'em bad
One night I can make you forget all 'bout your past
When it's over be able to teach your own class
Opportunity of a life time, don't let it pass
Longer we wait the better, we ain't got to move fast
Before it's over my name gon' be on your car tag
The feelin' you lookin' for, baby I can give you that
The subject being praised for their ability to recognize the singer's appeal. The singer then proceeds to make bold promises to the subject while acknowledging their preference for 'good' girls
This seen alotta' things
It been around the world
But never once met somebody this bad girl
I dunno if you a fan of mine
But I'ma fan of yours
Cute face, and a pretty smile, and nice curves
Couldn't even talk when I seen yea
I was at a loss of words
Been yea number one fan
Ever since I seen yea, girl
Fell victim for yea when I seen yea body twirl
Couldn't sit back and wait
Had to get to you first
Let you play in my bank account
To see yea splurge
All I can think 'bout since I seen yea is his and hers
You've been promised it all in a line you ain't heard
I'm your number one fan,
And I mean every word
The singer expressing their admiration for the subject that has captivated them since they first laid eyes on them. Promising to spoil and support them while emphasizing their infatuation
Fan, Fan, Fan...
Reiterating the theme of the song
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: KEVIN COSSOM, ALGERNOD WASHINGTON, JOHNNY MOLLINGS, LEONARDO MOLLINGS
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