Текст песни Now That`s What I Call Music! - Let Me Blow ya Mind
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f/ Gwen Stefani[Eve]Uh, uh, uh, huhYo, yoDrop your glasses, shake your assesFace screwed up like you having hot flashesWhich one, pick one, this one, classicRed from blonde, yeah bitch I`m drasticWhy this, why that, lips stop askinListen to me baby, relax and start passinExpressway, hair back, weavin through the trafficThis one strong should be labeled as a hazardSome of y`all niggas hot, sike I`m gassinClowns I spot em and I can`t stop laughinEasy come, easy go, E-V gon` be lastinJealousy, let it go, results could be tragicSome of y`all aint writin well, too concerned with fashionNone of you aint gizell, cat walk and imagineAlotta y`all Hollywood, drama, passed itCut bitch, camera off, real shit, blast itCHORUS: Gwen StefaniAnd if I had to give you upIt`s only been a yearNow I got my foot through the doorAnd I aint goin nowhereIt took awhile to get me inAnd I`m gonna take my timeDon`t fight that good shit in your earNow let me blow ya mind[Eve]They wanna bank up, crank up, makes me dizzy(?)Shank up, haters wanna come after meYou aint a ganster, prankster, too much to eatSnakes in my path wanna smile up at meNow while you grittin your teethFrustration baby you gotta breatheTake alot more that you to get rid of meYou see I do what they can`t do, I just do meAint no stress when it comes to stage, get what you seeMeet me in the lab, pen and pad, don`t believeHuh, sixteens mine, create my own linesLove for my wordplay that`s hard to findSophomore, I aint scared, one of a kindAll I do is contemplate ways to make your fans mineEyes bloodshot, stressin, chills up your spineHuh, sick to your stomach wishin I wrote your linesCHORUS[Eve]Let your bones crackYour back pop, I can`t stopExcitement, glock shots from your stash boxFuck it, thugged out, I respect the cash routeLocked down, blastin, sets while I mash outYeah nigga, mash out, D-R-EBack track, think back, E-V-EDo you like that (ooooh), you got to I know youHad you in a trance first glance from the floor tooDon`t believe I`ll show you, take you with meTurn you on, pension gone, give you reliefPut your trust in a bomb when you listen to me?Dancin much, get it all? now I`m complete, uh huhStill stallion, brick house, pile it onRyde or Die, bitch, double R, can`t crawlBeware, cuz I crush anything I land onMe here, aint no mistake nigga it was planned onCHORUS