Fever - Rhymefest

And when you put your arms around me

I get the fever that’s so hard to bare

You give me fever

Uhh, here go that arrogant, stuffy head, cold leave you achin

From asses ah-shakin all night to rest well medicine

It’s that take two of these, call me in the mornin

You gon' still feel sick, cause it’s that

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 that keep these niggas sweatin bullets

Clack clack, naw them the ones that you caught for tryin to pull it

This that somebody warn the industry

'Fest on FIRE, and burnin in the third degree

'Til they murder me, 5−0 get no words from me

And if they do then that’s perjury

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

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

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' ass charcoal black, I got that

You better listen to them old wives' tales

I can look in yo' eyes, you high as hell for that

Rhymefest Peligrino, I quench thrist

Niggas better act like that bitch 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 shit’s gettin monotonous

But still I love the way that she shakes her maracas for that

Step in the club with my swagger, niggas 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

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 nigga like Redd Foxx

But this is more than jokes, y’all niggas sorta broke

You can never be hot as me, you can’t even afford a coat

I got that ha-ha-ha-hot as hellfire, brimstone

Stiletto brim hats, bitches with gems on

Niggas 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~!

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!