Gwen Stefani: Let me blow ya mind

Feat - Eve(eve)Uh, uh, uh, huhYo, yoDrop your glasses, shake your assesFace screwed up like you having hot flashesWhich one, pick one, this one, classicRed from blonde, yeah bitch im drasticWhy this, why that, lips stop askinListen to me baby, relax and start passinExpressway, hair back, weavin through the trafficThis one strong should be labeled as a hazardSome of yall niggas hot, sike im gassinClowns i spot em and i cant stop laughinEasy come, easy go, e-v gon be lastinJealousy, let it go, results could be tragicSome of yall aint writin well, too concerned with fashionNone of you aint gizell, cat walk and imagineAlotta yall hollywood, drama, passed itCut bitch, camera off, real shit, blast itChorus:[gwen stefani]And if i had to give you more,Its only been a yearNow i got my foot through the doorAnd i aint goin nowhereIt took awhile to get me hereAnd im gonna take my timeDont fight that good shit in your earNow let me blow ya mind[eve]They wanna bank up, crank up, makes me dizzyShank up, haters wanna come after meYou aint a ganster, prankster, too much to eatSnakes in my path wanna smile up at meNow while you grittin your teethFrustration baby you gotta breatheTake a lot more that you to get rid of meYou see i do what they cant do, i just do meAint no stress when it comes to sayin "get what you see"Meet me in the lab, pen and pad, dont believeHuh, sixteens mine, create my own linesLove for my wordplay thats hard to findSophomore, i aint scared, one of a kindAll i do is contemplate ways to make your fans mineEyes bloodshot, stressin, chills up your spineHuh, sick to your stomach wishin i wrote your linesChorus[eve]Let your bones crackYour back pop, i cant stopExcitement, glock shots from your stash boxFuck it, thugged out, i respect the cash routeLocked down, blastin, sets while i mash outYeah nigga, mash out, d-r-eBack track, think back, e-v-eDo you like that (ooooh), you got to i know youHad you in a trance first glance from the floor tooDont believe ill show you, take you with meTurn you on, pension gone, give you reliefPut your trust in a bomb when you listen to meDamn she much thinner know now im completeStill stallion, brick house, pile it onRyde or die, bitch, double r, cant crawlBeware, cuz i crush anything i land onMe here, aint no mistake nigga it was planned onChorus