歌手:Eve
专辑:《Black Flavour Club II》

作词 : Eve Jeffers/Andre R. Young/Mike Elizondo/Scott Storch/Steve A. Jordan
作曲 : Eve Jeffers/Andre R. Young/Mike Elizondo/Scott Storch/Steve A. Jordan
Uh, uh, uh, huh
Yo, yo
Drop your glasses, shake your asses
Face screwed up like you having hot flashes
Which one, pick one, this one, classic
Red from blonde, yeah ***** I'm drastic
Why this, why that, lips stop askin
Listen to me baby, relax and start passin
Expressway, hair back, weavin through the traffic
This one strong should be labeled as a hazard
Some of y'all *****s hot, sike 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 aint writin well, too concerned with fa*****on
None of you aint gizell, cat walk and imagine
Alotta y'all Hollywood, drama, passed it
Cut *****, camera off, real *****t, blast it
And if I had to give you up
It's only been a year
Now I got my foot through the door
And I aint goin nowhere
It took awhile to get me in
And I'm gonna take my time
Don't fight that good *****t in your ear
Now let me blow ya mind
They wanna bank up, crank up, makes me dizzy
Shank up, haters wanna come after me
You aint a ganster, 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 alot more that you to get rid of me
You see I do what they can't do, I just do me
Aint no stress when it comes to stage, get what you see
Meet me in the lab, pen and pad, don't believe
Huh, sixteens mine, create my own lines
Love for my wordplay that's hard to find
Sophomore, I aint 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 wi*****n I wrote your lines
And if I had to give you up
It's only been a year
Now I got my foot through the door
And I aint goin nowhere
It took awhile to get me in
And I'm gonna take my time
Don't fight that good *****t in your ear
Now let me blow ya mind
Let your bones crack
Your back pop, I can't stop
Excitement, glock shots from your stash box
***** it, thugged out, I respect the cash route
Locked down, blastin, sets while I mash out
Yeah *****, mash out, D-R-E
Back track, think back, E-V-E
Do you like that (ooooh), 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, pension gone, give you relief
Put your trust in a bomb when you listen to me
'Dancin much, get it all? now I'm complete, uh huh
Still stallion, brick house, pile it on
Ryde or Die, *****, double R, can't crawl
Beware, 'cause I crush anything I land on
Me here, aint no mistake ***** it was planned on
And if I had to give you up
It's only been a year
Now I got my foot through the door
And I aint goin nowhere
It took awhile to get me in
And I'm gonna take my time
Don't fight that good *****t in your ear
Now let me blow ya mind