Fever

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 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 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' as* 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
better act like that b*tch 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 s**t'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, 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 h*rny Jamaicans with dreadlocks
30 chicks in the lobby, probably 5 of 'em ready to party
Cause I'm an ol' funny nigg* like Redd Foxx
But this is more than jokes, y'all 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, girls with gems on
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!