Paroles Let me blow ya mind (feat. gwen stefani) Eve

Let me blow ya mind (feat. gwen stefani)

Let me blow ya mind

[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 Im 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 yall niggas hot, sike Im gassin
Clowns I spot em and I cant stop laughin
Easy come, easy go, e-v gon be lastin
Jealousy, let it go, results could be tragic
Some of yall aint writin well, too concerned with fashion
None of you aint gizell, cat walk and imagine
Alotta yall hollywood, drama, passed it
Cut bitch, camera off, real shit, blast it

Chorus: gwen stefani
And if I had to give you more
Its only been a year
Now I got my foot through the door
And I aint goin nowhere
It took a while to get me in
And Im gonna take my time
Dont fight that bull 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 cant 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, dont believe
Huh, sixteens mine, create my own lines
Love for my wordplay thats 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

Chorus

[eve]
Let your bones crack
Your back pop, I cant stop
Excitement, glock shots from your stash box
Fuck you,creepin, 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
Dont believe Ill 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 Im complete, uh huh
Still stallion, brick house, pile it on
Ryde or die, bitch, double r, cant crawl
Beware, cuz I crush anything I land on
Me here, aint no mistake nigga it was planned on

Chorus