Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Let Me Blow Ya Mind , by - Eve. Release date: 05.03.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Let Me Blow Ya Mind |
| Uh, uh, uh, huh |
| Yo, yo |
| Drop your glasses, shake your asses |
| Face screwed up like you having hot flashes |
| Which one? |
| Pick one, this one, classic |
| Red from blonde, yeah, bitch, I'm drastic |
| Why this, why that, lips stop askin' |
| Listen to me, baby, relax and start passin' |
| Expressway, hair back, weaving through the traffic |
| This one strong, should be labeled as a hazard |
| Some of y'all niggas hot, psych, I'm gassin' |
| Clowns, I spot 'em and I can't stop laughin' |
| Easy come, easy go, E-V gon' be lastin' |
| Jealousy, let it go, results could be tragic |
| Some of y'all ain't writing well, too concerned with fashion |
| None of you ain't Giselle, cat walk and imagine |
| A lot of y'all Hollywood, drama, casted |
| Cut bitch, camera off, real shit, blast it |
| If I had to give you more, it's only been a year |
| Now I've got my foot through the door, and I ain't going nowhere |
| It took a while to get me here, and I'm gonna take my time |
| Don't fight that good shit in your ear, now let me blow ya mind |
| They wanna bank up, crank up, makes me dizzy |
| Shank up, haters wanna come after me |
| You ain't a gangster, prankster, too much to eat |
| Snakes in my path wanna smile up at me (Huh) |
| Now why you gritting your teeth? |
| Frustration, baby, you got to breathe |
| Take a lot more than you to get rid of me |
| You see I do what they can't do, I just do me |
| Ain't no stress when it comes to stage, get what you see |
| Meet me in the lab, pen and pad, don't believe |
| Huh, 16's mine, create my own lines |
| Love for my wordplay that's hard to find |
| Sophomore, I ain't scared, one of a kind |
| All I do is contemplate ways to make your fans mine |
| Eyes bloodshot, stressing, chills up your spine |
| Huh, sick to your stomach wishing I wrote your rhymes |
| I knew I had to give you more, it's only been a year |
| Now I've got my foot through the door, and I ain't going nowhere |
| It took a while to get me here, and I'm gonna take my time |
| Don't fight that good shit in your ear, now let me blow ya mind |
| Let your bones crack |
| Your back pop, I can't stop |
| Excitement, Glock shots from your stash spot |
| Fuck it, thugged out, I respect the cash route |
| Glocked down, blasters, sets while I mash out |
| Yeah, nigga, mash out, D-R-E, huh |
| Backtrack, make that, E-V-E |
| Do you like that? |
| (Ew) You got to I know you |
| Had you in a trance first glance from the floor too |
| Don't believe, I'll show you, take you with me |
| Turn you on, tension gone, give you relief |
| Put your trust in a bomb when you listen to me |
| Damn, she much thinner know now I'm complete (Uh-huh) |
| Still stallion, brick house, pile it on |
| Ryde or Die bitch, double R, came strong |
| Beware, 'cause I crush anything I land on |
| Me here, ain't no mistake, nigga, it was planned on |
| If I had to give you more, it's only been a year |
| Now I've got my foot through the door, and I ain't going nowhere |
| It took a while to get me here, and I'm gonna take my time |
| Don't fight that good shit in your ear, now let me blow ya mind |