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[Eve] |
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Uh, uh, uh, huh |
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Yo, yo |
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Drop your glasses, shake your asses |
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Face screwed up like you having hot flashes |
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Which one, pick one, this one, classic |
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Red from blonde, yeah bitch I'm drastic |
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Why this, why that, lips stop askin |
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Listen to me baby, relax and start passin |
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Expressway, hair back, weavin through the traffic |
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This one strong should be labeled as a hazard |
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Some of y'all niggas hot, sike I'm gassin |
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Clowns I spot em and I can't stop laughin |
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Easy come, easy go, E-V gon' be lastin |
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Jealousy, let it go, results could be tragic |
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Some of y'all aint writin well, too concerned with fashion |
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None of you aint Gizelle, cat walk and imagine |
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Alotta y'all Hollywood, drama, passed it |
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Cut bitch, camera off, real shit, blast it |
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[CHORUS: Gwen Stefani] |
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And if I had to give you more |
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It's only been a year |
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Now I got my foot through the door |
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And I aint goin nowhere |
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It took awhile to get me in |
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And I'm gonna take my time |
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Don't fight that good shit in your ear |
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Now let me blow ya mind |
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[Eve] |
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They wanna bank up, crank up, makes me dizzy |
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Shank up, haters wanna come after me |
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You aint a ganster, prankster, too much to eat |
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Snakes in my path wanna smile up at me |
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Now while you grittin your teeth |
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Frustration baby you gotta breathe |
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Take alot more than you to get rid of me |
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You see I do what they can't do, I just do me |
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Aint no stress when it comes to stage, get what you see |
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Meet me in the lab, pen and pad, don't believe |
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Huh, sixteens mine, create my own lines |
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Love for my wordplay that's hard to find |
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Sophomore, I aint scared, one of a kind |
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All I do is contemplate ways to make your fans mine |
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Eyes bloodshot, stressin, chills up your spine |
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Huh, sick to your stomach wishing I wrote your rhymes |
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[CHORUS] |
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[Eve] |
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Let your bones crack |
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Your back pop, I can't stop |
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Excitement, glock shots from your stash box |
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Fuck it, thugged out, I respect the cash route |
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Locked down, blastin, sets while I mash out |
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Yeah nigga, mash out, D-R-E |
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Back track, think back, E-V-E |
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Do you like that (ooooh), you got to I know you |
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Had you in a trance first glance from the floor too |
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Don't believe I'll show you, take you with me |
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Turn you on, pension gone, give you relief |
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Put your trust in a bomb when you listen to me |
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'Dancin much, get it all? now I'm complete, uh huh |
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Still stallion, brick house, pile it on |
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Ryde or Die, bitch, double R, can't crawl |
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Beware, cuz I crush anything I land on |
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Me here, aint no mistake nigga it was planned on |
