Клип: Let Me Blow Ya Mind (feat Gwen Stefani)

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Eve Let Me Blow Ya Mind (feat Gwen Stefani)
Eve Let Me Blow Ya Mind (feat Gwen Stefani)

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 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

 [CHORUS: Gwen Stefani]
 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

 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 wishing I wrote your rhymes


 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