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Fever

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Fever foi lançado em 11 de julho de 2006 por J Records como parte do álbum Blue Collar

Informações da música

ÁlbumBlue Collar

Data de lançamento11 de julho de 2006

SeloJ Records

IdiomaEnglish

Melodicidade

Acusticidade

Valence

Dançabilidade

Energia

BPM85

RESUMO

LETRA

Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO

Rhymefest

Interpretação

COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA

John Davenport

Composição

Eddie J. Cooley

Eddie J. Cooley

Composição

PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA

Noid

Produção

John Frye

Engenharia (gravação)

Serban Ghenea

Engenharia (mixagem)

John Hanes

Engenharia

Tim Roberts

Engenharia (assistente)

Letra

Neverrr know how much I love you (woo!)

Neverrr know how much I care (No I.D.)

And when you put your arms around me

I get the fever that's so hard to bare

You give me fever

Uhh, here go that arrogant, stuffy head, cold leave you achin

From asses ah-shakin all night to rest well medicine

It's that {FE-VER} take two of these, call me in the mornin

You gon' still feel sick, cause it's that {give you that fever}

I give 'em all the plague, I'm awfully paid

And still make a cold starve for days

Never the type that ran, whatever the fight I'm in

You half-hearted, but I take this medicine like a man

For that {FE-VER} that keep these **** sweatin bullets

Clack clack, naw them the ones that you caught for tryin to pull it

This that {FE-VER} somebody warn the industry

'Fest on FIRE, and burnin in the third degree

'Til they murder me, 5-0 get no words from me

And if they do then that's perjury

{FE-VER} Hot like hot sauce

Uhh, we got we got that fe-verrr

Play women so false, flick your drawers off

Fuh, fuh-fuh, we got that fe-verrr

{FE-VER} Hot like hot sauce

Uhh, we got we got that fe-verrr

Play women so false, flick your drawers off

Yeah we got, we got that fe-verrr

Hmm, left the path to wipe sweat from his brow

Except that his smile'll infect crowds

Hot as Hades, I got a lot of ladies strippin down to they drawers

Hittin the floor like OWWWW

That's him, and by him I mean me

By me, you seem weak homey like yo' heart pump green tea

I stack greenbacks then lean back, scorchin hot

My torch'll leave yo' ass charcoal black, I got that {FE-VER}

You better listen to them old wives' tales

I can look in yo' eyes, you high as hell for that {FE-VER}

Rhymefest Peligrino, I quench thrist

**** better act like that bitch work

I'm workin progress (the pimp's back) youse a work in progress

You feelin the son/sun, respect my hotness

So many fine chicks shit's gettin monotonous

But still I love the way that she shakes her maracas for that

Step in the club with my swagger, **** get bruised & then battered

Grind mode is what I'm reppin and yep!

Hot as the grease when it sizzle and pop in your eye

Now you shrivel and chickens be gigglin like {give you that fever}

Yeah homey, I makes that club turn to a sweatbox

Like 50 horny Jamaicans with dreadlocks

30 chicks in the lobby, probably 5 of 'em ready to party

Cause I'm an ol' funny **** like Redd Foxx

But this is more than jokes, y'all **** sorta broke

You can never be hot as me, you can't even afford a coat

I got that {FE-VER} ha-ha-ha-hot as hellfire, brimstone

Stiletto brim hats, bitches with gems on

**** with Timbs on, Jenny Jones to Jim Jones

I get the d-down like syndrome

I get r-round like rims on, the ghetto King Kong that sing songs

And made a BILLION DOLLARS ON RINGTONES~!

FE-VER! Everybody's, got that fever, give you that fever

FE-VER! Everybody's, got that fever

FE-VER! Everybody's, got that fever, give you that fever

FE-VER!

Written by: Eddie J. Cooley, John Davenport

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