Rhymefest - Fever lyrics

Neverrr know how much I love you (woo)
Neverrr know how much I care (No ID)
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 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 niggas 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, 5-0 get no words from me
And if they do then that's perjury

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

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 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
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 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 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 FE-VER 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!