Hah, yeah, take you on a rise you back to the fever Take us back to the fever, please, y'all please
It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall in your head but it's not the fever It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall in your head but it's not the fever
Now the B-I double L bill We bill the par territories placing flags on Now I said it was yours so the world back from Wayne We did, sparked the lid
Now these love how we live Got 'em caught, shit, you already know so fly That the dog that spiderweb you're up aliasing here Sucker cats don't try to steer near
Wish you could it this way Compliments of Wonder Y and my 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, that, received it, won that Yo that, that's how you like To Sun frozed Keep my shit in harvest like Farmer John crops Hops, need the whole ceiling to tops I saw the empire, set liquid to fire
Bim blam set a flame to fanny the surname like Davis the Sammy A Grammy, my concern is to for a little age Next time, next rhyme, phase
It's in the back y'all, on the wall y'all It's in your head but not the fever in the back y'all, it's on the wall y'all It's in your but it's not the fever
Now put hand on your hip (Now put your hand on hip) And let your slip (And let backbone slide) Now put hand up on your hip (Now put hand up on your hip) And let your slip for the fever
Hey, ladies and reintroducing to you Shootin' shit hot asses at the sip of bean stew Super fat come the zoo Peace to my niggas and my man Tofu, I fell in love
I'm evil that man do Get some ass on the side so my can shine through Pull a cigar with crew, back and let it soak Your holdin' on to my twelve dollar man
It was Mase who laced the beat from up out the brothers hypnotized like Ootney Fonsworth But I'm hip but no tized than that, clap to the break of Dada, why it's hotter than hot
Why not knee, my got niggas on the dick They want to the click I hope that ass get a record deal so can feel what I feel To overstand that ring ring, how you do is
You be from Italy 'cause all you do is roam Microphone to microphone, lookin' for I write a poem to make the publicists flock the cop China on stage so I don't a spotlight
Should be tight like Tupperwear, supperwear, drawers of Sippin' on gray pot yo the pork chops 'Cause nothin' here goin' up, up, up
It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall It's in head but it's not the fever It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall in your head but it's not the fever
It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall It's in your but it's not the fever It's in the back y'all, it's on the wall It's in your but it's not the fever
the fever