Lirik Lagu Fever - Rhymefest
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[Intro]Neverrr know how much I love you (woo!)Neverrr know how much I care (No I.D.)And when you put your arms around meI get the fever that's so hard to bareYou give me fever
[Rhymefest]Uhh, here go that arrogant, stuffy head, cold leave you achinfrom asses ah-shakin all night to rest well medicineIt's that {FE-VER} take two of these, call me in the morninYou gon' still feel sick, cause it's that {give you that fever}I give 'em all the plague, I'm awfully paidAnd still make a cold starve for daysNever the type that ran, whatever the fight I'm inYou half-hearted, but I take this medicine like a manFor that {FE-VER} that keep these niggaz sweatin bulletsClack clack, naw them the ones that you caught for tryin to pull itThis that {FE-VER} somebody warn the industry'Fest on FIRE, and burnin in the third degree'Til they murder me, five-oh get no words from meAnd if they do then that's perjury
[Chorus]{FE-VER} Hot like hot sauceUhh, we got we got that fe-verrrPlay women so false, flick your drawers offFuh, fuh-fuh, we got that fe-verrr{FE-VER} Hot like hot sauceUhh, we got we got that fe-verrrPlay women so false, flick your drawers offYeah we got, we got that fe-verrr
[Rhymefest]Hmm, left the path to wipe sweat from his browExcept that his smile'll infect crowdsHot as Hades, I got a lot of ladies strippin down to they drawersHittin the floor like OWWWWThat's him, and by him I mean meBy me, you seem weak homey like yo' heart pump green teaI stack greenbacks then lean back, scorchin hotMy torch'll leave yo' ass charcoal black, I got that {FE-VER}You better listen to them old wives' talesI can look in yo' eyes, you high as hell for that {FE-VER}Rhymefest Peligrino, I quench thristNiggaz better act like that bitch workI'm workin progress (the pimp's back) youse a work in progressYou feelin the son/sun, respect my hotnessSo many fine chicks shit's gettin monotonousBut still I love the way that she shakes her maracas for that
[Chorus]
[Rhymefest]Step in the club with my swagger, niggaz get bruised & then batteredGrind mode is what I'm reppin and yep!Hot as the grease when it sizzle and pop in your eyeNow you shrivel and chickens be gigglin like {give you that fever}Yeah homey, I makes that club turn to a sweatboxLike 50 horny Jamaicans with dreadlocks30 chicks in the lobby, probably 5 of 'em ready to partyCause I'm an ol' funny nigga like Redd FoxxBut this is more than jokes, y'all niggaz sorta brokeYou can never be hot as me, you can't even afford a coatI got that {FE-VER} ha-ha-ha-hot as hellfire, brimstoneStiletto brim hats, bitches with gems onNiggaz with Timbs on, Jenny Jones to Jim JonesI get the d-down like syndromeI get r-round like rims on, the ghetto King Kong that sing songsand made a BILLION DOLLARS ON RINGTONES~!
[Chorus]
[Outro]FE-VER! Everybody's, got that fever, give you that feverFE-VER! Everybody's, got that feverFE-VER! Everybody's, got that fever, give you that feverFE-VER!
[Rhymefest]Uhh, here go that arrogant, stuffy head, cold leave you achinfrom asses ah-shakin all night to rest well medicineIt's that {FE-VER} take two of these, call me in the morninYou gon' still feel sick, cause it's that {give you that fever}I give 'em all the plague, I'm awfully paidAnd still make a cold starve for daysNever the type that ran, whatever the fight I'm inYou half-hearted, but I take this medicine like a manFor that {FE-VER} that keep these niggaz sweatin bulletsClack clack, naw them the ones that you caught for tryin to pull itThis that {FE-VER} somebody warn the industry'Fest on FIRE, and burnin in the third degree'Til they murder me, five-oh get no words from meAnd if they do then that's perjury
[Chorus]{FE-VER} Hot like hot sauceUhh, we got we got that fe-verrrPlay women so false, flick your drawers offFuh, fuh-fuh, we got that fe-verrr{FE-VER} Hot like hot sauceUhh, we got we got that fe-verrrPlay women so false, flick your drawers offYeah we got, we got that fe-verrr
[Rhymefest]Hmm, left the path to wipe sweat from his browExcept that his smile'll infect crowdsHot as Hades, I got a lot of ladies strippin down to they drawersHittin the floor like OWWWWThat's him, and by him I mean meBy me, you seem weak homey like yo' heart pump green teaI stack greenbacks then lean back, scorchin hotMy torch'll leave yo' ass charcoal black, I got that {FE-VER}You better listen to them old wives' talesI can look in yo' eyes, you high as hell for that {FE-VER}Rhymefest Peligrino, I quench thristNiggaz better act like that bitch workI'm workin progress (the pimp's back) youse a work in progressYou feelin the son/sun, respect my hotnessSo many fine chicks shit's gettin monotonousBut still I love the way that she shakes her maracas for that
[Chorus]
[Rhymefest]Step in the club with my swagger, niggaz get bruised & then batteredGrind mode is what I'm reppin and yep!Hot as the grease when it sizzle and pop in your eyeNow you shrivel and chickens be gigglin like {give you that fever}Yeah homey, I makes that club turn to a sweatboxLike 50 horny Jamaicans with dreadlocks30 chicks in the lobby, probably 5 of 'em ready to partyCause I'm an ol' funny nigga like Redd FoxxBut this is more than jokes, y'all niggaz sorta brokeYou can never be hot as me, you can't even afford a coatI got that {FE-VER} ha-ha-ha-hot as hellfire, brimstoneStiletto brim hats, bitches with gems onNiggaz with Timbs on, Jenny Jones to Jim JonesI get the d-down like syndromeI get r-round like rims on, the ghetto King Kong that sing songsand made a BILLION DOLLARS ON RINGTONES~!
[Chorus]
[Outro]FE-VER! Everybody's, got that fever, give you that feverFE-VER! Everybody's, got that feverFE-VER! Everybody's, got that fever, give you that feverFE-VER!
