Hah, yeah, take you on a rise you back to the fever Take us back to the fever, y'all please, y'all
in the back y'all, it's on the wall y'all It's in your head but it's not the It's in the back y'all, it's on the y'all It's in head but it's not the fever
Now the B-I double L bill We bill the par territories flags on terrains Now I it was yours so snatch the world back from Wayne We did, universally the lid
Now these ladies how we live Got 'em caught, shit, you already know so fly That the dog that played spiderweb up aliasing here Sucker cats don't try to near this
you could bring it this way Compliments of Y and my nigga David J So the do, re, mi, fa, sol, la reach to devour the stage, put the guts out the venue
Ah, shut up in face no need to continue I've been there, done that, received it, won Yo stunned that, that's how you To Sun frozed Keep my shit in harvest like Farmer John grows Hops, you'll the whole ceiling to tops I saw the empire, set your to fire
Bim blam set a to your fanny the surname like Davis the Sammy A Grammy, my is to earn for a little age time, next rhyme, next phase
It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall It's in your head but it's not the It's in the back y'all, it's on the y'all It's in head but it's not the fever
Now put your hand on hip (Now put your hand on hip) And let your slip (And let backbone slide) Now put your hand up on hip (Now put your up on your hip) And let backbone slip for the fever
Hey, ladies and gents to you Shootin' shit hot asses at the sip of bean stew fat come the visitor zoo Peace to my homewood niggas and my man Tofu, I fell in
I'm through that man do Get some ass on the side so my love can through Pull a cigar crew, lean back and let it soak Your holdin' on to my dollar smoke man
It was Mase who laced the beat from up out the Leaving brothers hypnotized like Fonsworth But I'm hip but no tized than that, clap to the break of Dada, wonder why it's than hot
Why not knee, my Steve got on the dick They want to join the I hope ass get a record deal so they can feel what I feel To that ring ring, how you do is real
You must be from 'cause all you do is roam Microphone to microphone, for home I write a poem to make the flock the prone cop China on stage so I don't need a
Should be tight Tupperwear, supperwear, drawers of socks on gray pot yo scratch the pork chops 'Cause nothin' drops We're up, up, up
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the fever