Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song That's What It Is, artist - Eve. Date of issue: 05.03.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
That's What It Is |
| They usually hate her when she comes around |
| Huh, first lady mobbin nigga hit the ground |
| Next break into that who 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? |
| Lady like 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 til the promised day |
| Huh, seems they just fade away |
| I love it cuz them clowns they just paved the way |
| Left it wide open got no time to play |
| Mad cuz 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… |
| HOOK: Styles |
| 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 Cuz we don’t give a fuck about you |
| That’s what it is |
| I aint got a moment to waste |
| I’m tryin to get to your head, so I gotta make room in your face |
| And they can’t see your eyes or your nose |
| Why P? |
| Cuz 4, 5 slugs is consumin the space |
| This is Holiday you need, you fuck with the Scorpion |
| I don’t stop poppin 'til 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 ya She the First Lady, I’m the ghost with the gun |
| Aimed at your son that’ll love to burst crazy |
| Ruff Rydin the clique, come up outta your shit |
| Get clapped in the wig, sold alotta 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, even Holiday bitch that’s what it is HOOK |
| Broke out and got grown, holdin her own |
| That bitch come strong, give up, dead wrong |
| I don’t even fuck around 'less your head strong |
| Aint 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 |
| Alotta y’all niggas gold |
| 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 |
| HOOK |