Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eve
Eve
Background Vocals
Gwen Stefani
Gwen Stefani
Vocals
Scott Storch
Scott Storch
Keyboards
Stevie J.
Stevie J.
Background Vocals
Elizondo
Elizondo
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eve Jeffers
Eve Jeffers
Songwriter
Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter
Elizondo
Elizondo
Songwriter
Steve Jordan
Steve Jordan
Songwriter
Scott Storch
Scott Storch
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Producer
Rich Keller
Rich Keller
Mixing Engineer
John Tyree
John Tyree
Assistant Recording Engineer
Scott Storch
Scott Storch
Producer
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Recording Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Uh, uh, uh
Huh, yo, yo
[Verse 1]
Drop your glasses, shake your asses
Face screwed up like you havin' hot flashes
Which one, pick one, this one, classic
Red from blonde, yeah, bitch, I'm drastic
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
Some of y'all ****'s hot, psych, I'm gassin'
Clowns, I spot 'em and I can't stop laughin'
Easy come, easy go, Eve gon' be lastin'
Jealousy, let it go, results could be tragic
[Verse 4]
Some of y'all ain't writin' well, too concerned with fashion
None of you ain't Giselle, cat walk and imagine
A lot of y'all Hollywood, drama, casted
Cut bitch, camera off, real shit, blast it
[Chorus]
If I had to give you more, it's only been a year
Now I've got my foot through the door and I ain't goin' nowhere
It took awhile to get me here and I'm gonna take my time
Don't fight that good shit in your ear, now let me blow your mind
[Verse 5]
They wanna bank up, crank up, makes me dizzy
Shank up, haters wanna come after me
You ain't a gangster, prankster, too much to eat
Snakes in my path wanna smile up at me
[Verse 6]
Now why 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
[Verse 7]
Ain't 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
[Verse 8]
Sophomore, I ain't 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]
If I had to give you more, it's only been a year
Now I've got my foot through the door and I ain't goin' nowhere
It took awhile to get me here and I'm gonna take my time
Don't fight that good shit in your ear, now let me blow your mind
[Verse 9]
Let your bones crack, your back pop, I can't stop
Excitement, Glock shots from your stash spot, fuck it
Thugged out, I respect the cash route
Glocked down, blasters, sets while I mash out
[Verse 10]
Yeah, ****, mash out, D-R-E
Back track, make that E-V-E
Do you like that? You got to, I know you (Yeah)
Had you in a trance first glance from the floor too
[Verse 11]
Don't believe, I'll show you, take you with me
Turn you on, tension gone, give you relief
Put your trust in a bomb when I listen to me
Damn, she much thinner, know? Now I'm complete
[Verse 12]
Still stallion, brick house, pile it on
Ride or die bitch, double R, came strong
Beware, 'cause I crush anything I land on
Me here, ain't no mistake, ****, it was planned on
[Chorus]
If I had to give you more, it's only been a year
Now I've got my foot through the door and I ain't goin' nowhere
It took awhile to get me here and I'm gonna take my time
Don't fight that good shit in your ear, now let me blow your mind
Written by: Andre Romell Young, Eve Jeffers, Mike Elizondo, Scott Storch
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