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by Eve feat Gwen Stefani
2001 - Rap
# Debut Chart
2 Apr '01 Hot 100

Lyrics

Uh Uh, uh, huh Yo', yo' Drop your glasses, shake your asses Face screwed up like you havin' hot flashes Which one, pick one, this one classic Red from blonde, yeah, bitch I'm drastic Why this, why that, lips stop askin' Listen to me, baby, relax and start passin' Expressway, head back, weavin' through the traffic This one strong should be labeled as a hazard Some of y'all niggas hot, psyched, I'm gassin' Clowns I spot 'em and I can't stop laughin' Easy come, easy go, E-V gon' be lastin' Jealousy, let it go, results could be tragic Some of y'all ain't writin' well, too concerned with fashion None of you ain't Gisele, cat walking, imagine A lot of y'all Hollywood, drama, passed it Cut bitch, camera off, real shit, blast it And if I had to give you up, it's only been a year Now I've got my foot through the door and I ain't goin' nowhere It took awhile to get me here and I'm gonna take my time Don't fight that good shit in your ear, low let me blow ya mind


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They wanna bank up, crank up, makes me dizzy Shank up haters wanna come after me You ain't a gangster, prankster, too much to eat Snakes in my path wanna smile up at me Now while you grittin' your teeth Frustration, baby, you gotta breathe Take a lot more than you to get rid of me You see I do what they can't do, I just do me Ain't no stress when it comes to stage, get what you see Meet me in the lab, pen and pad, don't believe Huh, 16's mine, create my own lines Love for my wordplay that's hard to find Sophomore, I ain't scared, one of a kind All I do is contemplate ways to make your fans mine Eyes bloodshot, stressin', chills up your spine Huh, sick to your stomach wishin' I wrote your lines And if I had to give you up, it's only been a year Now I've got my foot through the door and I ain't goin' nowhere It took awhile to get me here and I'm gonna take my time Don't fight that good shit in your ear, low let me blow ya mind Let your bones crack Your back pop, I can't stop Excitement, Glock shots from your stash box Fuck it, thugged out, I respect the cash route Locked down, blast this sets while I mash out Yeah, nigga, mash out, D-R-E Back track, think back, E-V-E Do you like that, you got to I know you Had you in a trance first glance from the floor too Don't believe I'll show you, take you with me Turn you on, tension gone, give you relief Put your trust in a bomb when you listen to me Damn, she much thin and all, now I'm complete Still stallion, brick house, pile it on Ryde or Die, bitch, double R, can't crawl Beware, 'cause I crush anything I land on Me here, ain't no mistake, nigga, it was planned on And if I had to give you up, it's only been a year Now I've got my foot through the door and I ain't goin' nowhere It took awhile to get me here and I'm gonna take my time Don't fight that good shit in your ear, low let me blow ya mind Best Regards, Sybilla

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