Rhymefest - Fever lyrics

[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 me I get the fever that's so hard to bare You give me fever [Rhymefest] Uhh, here go that arrogant, stuffy head, cold leave you achin from a**es ah-shakin all night to rest well medicine It's that {FE-VER} take two of these, call me in the mornin You gon' still feel sick, cause it's that {give you that fever} I give 'em all the plague, I'm awfully paid And still make a cold starve for days Never the type that ran, whatever the fight I'm in You half-hearted, but I take this medicine like a man For that {FE-VER} that keep these n***az sweatin bullets Clack clack, naw them the ones that you caught for tryin to pull it This 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 me And if they do then that's perjury [Chorus] {FE-VER} Hot like hot sauce Uhh, we got we got that fe-verrr Play women so false, flick your drawers off Fuh, fuh-fuh, we got that fe-verrr {FE-VER} Hot like hot sauce Uhh, we got we got that fe-verrr Play women so false, flick your drawers off Yeah we got, we got that fe-verrr [Rhymefest] Hmm, left the path to wipe sweat from his brow Except that his smile'll infect crowds Hot as Hades, I got a lot of ladies strippin down to they drawers Hittin the floor like OWWWW That's him, and by him I mean me By me, you seem weak homey like yo' heart pump green tea I stack greenbacks then lean back, scorchin hot My torch'll leave yo' a** charcoal black, I got that {FE-VER} You better listen to them old wives' tales I can look in yo' eyes, you high as hell for that {FE-VER} Rhymefest Peligrino, I quench thrist n***az better act like that b**h work I'm workin progress (the pimp's back) youse a work in progress You feelin the son/sun, respect my hotness So many fine chicks sh**'s gettin monotonous But still I love the way that she shakes her maracas for that [Chorus] [Rhymefest] Step in the club with my swagger, n***az get bruised & then battered Grind mode is what I'm reppin and yep! Hot as the grease when it sizzle and pop in your eye Now you shrivel and chickens be gigglin like {give you that fever} Yeah homey, I makes that club turn to a sweatbox Like 50 horny Jamaicans with dreadlocks 30 chicks in the lobby, probably 5 of 'em ready to party Cause I'm an ol' funny n***a like Redd Foxx But this is more than jokes, y'all n***az sorta broke You can never be hot as me, you can't even afford a coat I got that {FE-VER} ha-ha-ha-hot as hellfire, brimstone Stiletto brim hats, b**hes with gems on n***az with Timbs on, Jenny Jones to Jim Jones I get the d-down like syndrome I get r-round like rims on, the ghetto King Kong that sing songs and made a BILLION DOLLARS ON RINGTONES~! [Chorus] [Outro] FE-VER! Everybody's, got that fever, give you that fever FE-VER! Everybody's, got that fever FE-VER! Everybody's, got that fever, give you that fever FE-VER!