Eve - 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 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 labelled 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 ain't writin well, too concerned with fashion None of you aint Giselle, cat walk and imagine A lot of y'all Hollywood, drama, casted Cut bitch, camera off, real shit, blast it [CHORUS: Gwen Stefani] I knew I had to give you more, it's only been a year Now I got my foot through the door, and I ain't goin nowhere It took a while 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 gangster, prankster, too much to eat Snakes in my path wanna smile up at me Now while you grittin your teeth Frustration baby you got to breathe Take a lot more than 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 rhymes CHORUS [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 Damn she much thinner know now I'm complete Still stallion, brick house, pile it on Ryde or Die bitch, double R, came strong Beware, cause I crush anything I land on Me here, ain't no mistake nigga it was planned on CHORUS