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Eve - Got What You Need (feat. Drag-On, Swizz Beatz) [with lyrics]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eve
Eve
Background Vocals
Scott Storch
Scott Storch
Keyboards
Mike Elizondo
Mike Elizondo
Guitar
Stevie J.
Stevie J.
Background Vocals
Drag-On
Drag-On
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Storch
Scott Storch
Songwriter
Mike Elizondo
Mike Elizondo
Songwriter
Andre Young
Andre Young
Lyrics
Eve Jeffers
Eve Jeffers
Songwriter
Stevie J.
Stevie J.
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rich Keller
Rich Keller
Mixing Engineer
Steve Conover
Steve Conover
Recording Engineer
Swizz Beatz
Swizz Beatz
Producer
Tony Dawsey
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yo, stop the tape, hold on Listen, man, this Swizz It's not a game, it's goin' down We ain't playin' with y'all Scorpion, sting that ass And we doin' this for the... 2001, let's rock World premiere World premiere E-V-E, let's, let's get it, get it started (woo) I got what you need So tell me what you need I got what you need So tell me what you need Tell me what you need I got what you need Tell me what you need I got Now, ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies Ladies, ladies, ladies Ladies, ladies, ladies I got what you need So tell me what you need I got what you need So tell me what you need Tell me what you need I got what you need Tell me what you need I got what you need (uh, yo, ayo, ayo) This the only record in the crate, the only shit worth playin' Swizz got niggas screamin', "Dog, you O-Din" Do what I do best, spit shit You know me and Drag fit tight but that goes without sayin' See you stallin' on the floor, what you standin' for? Scared thug, can't enjoy ya cash, what you ballin' for? Crabs that ain't got nothin' to add, what you callin' for? Ladies, this one's for you, get ya party flowin' Right now, baby, no time to relax Niggas tryna holla, get the tab, yeah, he eat that And if he actin' cheap, then fuck 'em, you ain't need that Send a bottle with a note, sip, get ya teeth wet I got what you need So tell me what you need I got what you need So tell me what you need Tell me what you need I got what you need Tell me what you need I got Now, ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies Ladies, ladies, ladies Ladies, ladies, ladies So niggas where yo' ladies at? Ladies where yo' niggas at? Killaz where yo' clickaz at? Took it, I won't give it back Swallow this Cris' while I get you where yo' ribs is at And yeah, that's how I spit 'em tracks They make you wanna get a rest Shit, write my shit Drag Treat you like you stole a pack You probably never sold crack, now can I get a soul clap? Clap twice, I'm that nice Ya funny faggots like Bernie Mac in Life Let's see y'all make it past the gun line Ya want it, come take mine I walk and talk my shit Breaka, breaka, one, nine Eve let them bitches know Three runnin' with the flow We gonna block them though Then we gonna lock the door I got what you need So tell me what you need I got what you need So tell me what you need Tell me what you need I got what you need Tell me what you need I got Now, ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies Ladies, ladies, ladies Ladies, ladies, ladies Yo, yo In the club, we get our niggas in, we pay off security Same niggas that couldn't get in, ya niggas remember me Ayo, ladies, where you at? Stuck up, don't reply Where you at? (Here we go!) That's right, keep it live West Coast, we could ride East Coast, fuckin' live Dirty, Dirty South, bounce that Make 'em bounce back Nigga this here nasty, keep the shit rockin' Always Double-R, keep shit knockin' You know how Ruff Ryders do You push, we "Ryde or Die" for you I got heat to make the steam boil Heard you was frontin' on the camp niggas Stop that hot shit, all day Clown, yeah, we got that I got what you need So tell me what you need I got what you need So tell me what you need Tell me what you need I got what you need Tell me what you need I got Now, ladies, ladies, ladies, ladies Ladies, ladies, ladies Ladies, ladies, ladies Oh, boy Ya ain't ready for this shit right here Ya ain't ready for this thing right here Bounce, bounce, oh, oh, oh Oh, Swizz Beatz I keep my chain sippin' 2001 Put fire on ya ass We gon' peep that fire on ya ass Let's go That's right Play the shit right
Writer(s): Eve Jeffers, Mel Smalls, Kasseem Dean, Eric Mccaine Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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