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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Eve
Stimme und Gesang
David Styles
Stimme und Gesang
Scott Storch
Tasteninstrumente
Styles of the Lox
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Darrin Dean
Komponist:in
Scott Storch
Songwriter:in
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter:in
Eve Jeffers
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Brian Gardner
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Dr. Dre
Produzent:in
John Tyree
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Letras
[Verse 1]
They usually hate her when she comes around
Huh, first lady mobbin', ****, hit the ground
Next, break into that, "Ooh-we, what a sound"
Heads boppin', never fails once the Doc's around
Hatin' the fact that she do things on both sides
But never disrespect two rings round both eyes, right?
Ladylike in many ways
Because, in trust, I can be crazy like on any day
Some do they dirt, but best believe, in time, they pay
Do believe in lettin' shit chill till the promised day
Huh, seems they just fade away
I love it 'cause them clowns, they just paved the way
Left it wide open, got no time to play
Mad 'cause shit changed, got no time to stay
Considered snobby, then just hate me, I don't give a fuck
Considered sloppy to me, you just need to give it up
[Verse 2]
Eve don't give a fuck about you, that's what it is
Eve is the hottest bitch, that's what it is
But she gon' stay ladylike, that's what it is
But I'ma act crazy like that's what it is
Think I got your house shot? That's what it is
Think I got your car burnt? That's what it is
Think I got your people robbed? That's what it is
'Cause we don't give a fuck about you, that's what it is
[Verse 3]
I ain't got a moment to waste
I'm tryna get to your head
So I gotta make room in your face
And they can't see your eyes or your nose
Why, P? 'Cause four-five slugs is consumin' the space
This is Holiday you need, you fuck with the Scorpion
I don't stop poppin' till your body don't breathe
Clap more than the audience after the show
Stab more than the butcher and I'm kinda righteous
So I'ma help you pray for the Lord when I push you
She the first lady, I'm the ghost with the gun
Aimed at your son that'll love to burst crazy
Ruff Ryder, the clique, come up outta your shit
Get clapped in the wig, sold a lotta records
But we never gave a fuck so it's a wrap for the kids
Gat to the back and the ribs
We the hood, Eve and Holiday, bitch, that's what it is
[Verse 4]
Eve don't give a fuck about you, that's what it is
Eve is the hottest bitch, that's what it is
But she gon' stay ladylike, that's what it is
But I'ma act crazy like that's what it is
Think I got your house shot? That's what it is
Think I got your car burnt? That's what it is
Think I got your people robbed? That's what it is
'Cause we don't give a fuck about you, that's what it is
[Verse 5]
Broke out and got grown, holdin' her own
That bitch come strong, give up, dead wrong
I don't even fuck around less you're headstrong
Ain't too many that's around that can match they mind blown
Can't figure her out
Is she street, sweet, gutter? I'm from the hood
A lotta y'all **** gold, huh
This bitch, two million sold
And I just figured that I'd make it known
Baby girl got the whole world in her palm, alone
Watch me rock, got my lip cocked
Spit fire, watch it, better duck, you stuck, you crossfire
Thought you was the realest? You said, you caught, liar
Any time you at where I be, I'ma try you
[Verse 6]
Eve don't give a fuck about you, that's what it is
Eve is the hottest bitch, that's what it is
But she gon' stay ladylike, that's what it is
But I'ma act crazy like that's what it is
Think I got your house shot? That's what it is
Think I got your car burnt? That's what it is
Think I got your people robbed? That's what it is
'Cause we don't give a fuck about you, that's what it is
[Verse 7]
Eve don't give a fuck about you, that's what it is
Eve is the hottest bitch, that's what it is
But she gon' stay ladylike, that's what it is
But I'ma act crazy like that's what it is
Think I got your house shot? That's what it is
Think I got your car burnt? That's what it is
Think I got your people robbed? That's what it is
'Cause we don't give a fuck about you, that's what it is
Written by: Darrin Dean, David Styles, Dr. Dre, Eve, Felipe Coronel, Scott Storch