Rhymefest — Fever: тексты песен, клипы и концерты

Fever

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Трек «Fever» вышел в 11 июля 2006 г. г. на альбоме «{albumName}» (лейбл «J Records»)Blue Collar

Информация о песне

АльбомBlue Collar

Дата релиза11 июля 2006 г.

ЛейблJ Records

ЯзыкEnglish

Мелодичность

Акустичность

Валанс

Танцевальность

Энергия

BPM85

ОБЗОР

СЛОВА

Видео

Видео

Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ

Rhymefest

Исполнитель

МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА

John Davenport

Автор песен, Композитор

Eddie J. Cooley

Eddie J. Cooley

Автор песен, Композитор

ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ

Noid

Продюсер

John Frye

Инженер звукозаписи

Serban Ghenea

Миксинг-инженер

John Hanes

Инженер

Tim Roberts

Ассистент инженера

Слова

Here go that arrogant, stuffy head, cold leave you aching

From asses that's shaking all night to rest well medicine

It's that (fever) just two of these

Call me in the morning you gon' still feel sick

Cause it's that (fever) I give 'em all a 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 (fever) it keep these **** sweating bullets

Not them the ones that you caught for trying to pull it

It's that (fever) somebody warn the industry

Fest is on fire and burning in the third degree

Till they murder me, 5-0 get no words from me

And if they do then that's perjury

Fever, hot like hot sauce

We got, we got that fever

Then when the sun falls, take your drawers off

We got that fever

Fever, hot like hot sauce

We got, we got that fever

Then when the sun falls, take your drawers off

Yeah we got, we got that fever

Hmm let the pastor wipe sweat from his brow

Accept it and smile, I infect crowds

Hot as Hades I got a lotta ladies

Stripping down to they drawers hitting the floor like ah!

That's him and by him I mean me

By me you seem weak homie like your heart pump green tea

I stack greenbacks then lean back

Storch and hide my torch and leave your ass charcoal black

I got that (fever) you better listen to them old wives tales

I can look in your eyes you high as hell for that (fever)

Rhymefest Pellegrino, I quench thirst

**** better act like that pitch work

A work in progress, a pimp's that, you's a work in progress

You still in the sun respect my hotness

So many fine chicks shit's getting monotonous

But still I love the way that she shakes her maracas

For that

Step in the club with my swagger

**** get bruised and they battered

Grind mode is what I'm repping and yup

Hot as the grease when it's sizzling

Pops in your eye now you shriveling

Chickens be giggling like (can you feel it?)

Yeah homie I makes that club turn to a sweatbox

Like fifty horny Jamaicans with dreadlocks

Thirty chicks in the lobby, probably five of 'em ready to party

Cause I'm an old 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 (fever) h-h-hot as hell fire

Brimstones, stiletto brim hats, bitches with gems on

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

I get it d-down like Syndrome

I d-r-round like rims on the ghetto King Kong

That sings songs and made a billion dollars on ringtones

Written by: Eddie J. Cooley, John Davenport

Подвал Shazam

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