Now That's What I Call Music! - Let Me Blow ya Mind lyrics

f/ Gwen Stefani

[Eve]

Uh, uh, uh, huh

Yo, yo

Drop your glasses, shake your asses

Face screwed up like you having hot flashes

Which one, pick one, this one, classic

Red from blonde, yeah bitch I'm drastic

Why this, why that, lips stop askin

Listen to me baby, relax and start passin

Expressway, hair back, weavin through the traffic

This one strong should be labeled as a hazard

Some of y'all niggas hot, sike I'm gassin

Clowns I spot em and I can't stop laughin

Easy come, easy go, E-V gon' be lastin

Jealousy, let it go, results could be tragic

Some of y'all aint writin well, too concerned with fashion

None of you aint gizell, cat walk and imagine

Alotta y'all Hollywood, drama, passed it

Cut bitch, camera off, real shit, blast it

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And if I had to give you up

It's only been a year

Now I got my foot through the door

And I aint goin nowhere

It took awhile to get me in

And I'm gonna take my time

Don't fight that good shit in your ear

Now let me blow ya mind

[Eve]

They wanna bank up, crank up, makes me dizzy(?)

Shank up, haters wanna come after me

You aint a ganster, prankster, too much to eat

Snakes in my path wanna smile up at me

Now while you grittin your teeth

Frustration baby you gotta breathe

Take alot more that you to get rid of me

You see I do what they can't do, I just do me

Aint no stress when it comes to stage, get what you see

Meet me in the lab, pen and pad, don't believe

Huh, sixteens mine, create my own lines

Love for my wordplay that's hard to find

Sophomore, I aint scared, one of a kind

All I do is contemplate ways to make your fans mine

Eyes bloodshot, stressin, chills up your spine

Huh, sick to your stomach wishin I wrote your lines

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[Eve]

Let your bones crack

Your back pop, I can't stop

Excitement, glock shots from your stash box

Fuck it, thugged out, I respect the cash route

Locked down, blastin, sets while I mash out

Yeah nigga, mash out, D-R-E

Back track, think back, E-V-E

Do you like that (ooooh), you got to I know you

Had you in a trance first glance from the floor too

Don't believe I'll show you, take you with me

Turn you on, pension gone, give you relief

Put your trust in a bomb when you listen to me

?Dancin much, get it all? now I'm complete, uh huh

Still stallion, brick house, pile it on

Ryde or Die, bitch, double R, can't crawl

Beware, cuz I crush anything I land on

Me here, aint no mistake nigga it was planned on

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