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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rhymefest
Rhymefest
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Davenport
John Davenport
Songwriter
Eddie J. Cooley
Eddie J. Cooley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
NO-ID
NO-ID
Producer
John Frye
John Frye
Recording Engineer
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
John Hanes
John Hanes
Engineer
Tim Roberts
Tim Roberts
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro] 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 [Rhymefest] 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 niggaz 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, five-oh get no words from me And if they do then that's perjury [Chorus] {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 [Rhymefest] 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 Niggaz 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 [Chorus] [Rhymefest] Step in the club with my swagger, niggaz 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 nigga like Redd Foxx But this is more than jokes, y'all niggaz 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 Niggaz with Timbs on, Jenny Jones to Jim Jones I get the d-down like syndrome I get are-round like rims on, the ghetto King Kong that sing songs And made a BILLION DOLLARS ON RINGTONES~! [Chorus] [Outro] 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!
Writer(s): John Davenport, Eddie J. Cooley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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