"Chanel No. Fever" lyrics
(from "Men in Black" soundtrack)
It's in the back y'all
It's on the wall y'all
It's in your head, but it's not the fever
[Posdnuos:]
Now with the B-I double L bill
We bill the par territories placing flags on terrains
Nas said it was yours so snatch the world back from Wayne
We did, universally sparked the lid
Now these ladies love how we live
Got'em caught, shit you already know looking so fly
That the dog that played spiderweb your up LI's in here
Sucker cats don't try to steer
Near this, wish you could bring it this way
Compliments of Wonder Why and my nigga David J
[Dave:]
So the do, re, mi, fa, sol, la
Many reach to devour the stage, put the guts out the venue
Ah, shut up with your face, no need to continue
I've been there, done that
Received it, won that
Yo stunned that, that's how you like To Sun frozed
Keep my shit in harvest like Farmer John grows crops
Hops, you'll need the whole ceiling to tops
I saw the empire, set your liquid to fire, ("Damn!")
Bim Blam set a flame to your fanny
Dave is to surname like Dave is to Sammy
A Grammy, my concern is to earn for a little age
Next time, next rhyme, next phase
It's in the back y'all
It's on the wall y'all
It's in your head, but it's not the fever
It's in the back y'all
It's on the wall y'all
It's in your head, but it's not the fever
Now put your hand on your hip
Now put your hand on your hip
And let your backbone slip
And let your backbone slide
Now put your hand up on your hip
Now put your hand up on your hip
And let your backbone slip for the fever
Hey, ladies and gents reintroducing to you
Shootin' shit like hot asses after sipping bean stew
("Its David J")
Super fat come the visitor zoo
Peace to my home wood niggas and my man Tofu
("I Fell in Love")
But I'mma do the evil that man do
Get some ass on the side so that my love can shine through
Pull a cigar with crew, lean back and let it soak
You're holdin' on to my twelve-dollar smoke
Man...
[Posdnuos:]
It was Mase who laced the beat from up out the Earth
Leaving brothers hypnotized like Bootney Farnsworth
But I'm hip but no tized than that, clap to the break of dawn
Dada, wonder why it's hotter than hot
why not me, my steeze got niggas on the dick
They want to join the click
I hope that ass get a record deal
So they can feel what I feel
To overstand that ring ring, how you do is real
[Dave:]
You must be from Italy 'cause all you do is roam
Microphone to microphone, lookin' for home
I write a poem to make the publicists flock the prone cop
Shining on stage so I don't need a spotlight
Should be tight like Tupperwear supper wear, drawers of socks
Sippin' on gray pot
[Posdnuos:]
Yo scratch the pork chops
'Cause nothin' here drops
We're goin' up, up, up, up, up, up, up
It's in the back y'all
It's on the wall y'all
It's in your head, but it's not the fever
It's in the back y'all
It's on the wall y'all
It's in your head, but it's not the fever
It's in the back y'all
It's on the wall y'all
It's in your head, but it's not the fever
Huh [11x]
It's the fever
It's on the wall y'all
It's in your head, but it's not the fever
[Posdnuos:]
Now with the B-I double L bill
We bill the par territories placing flags on terrains
Nas said it was yours so snatch the world back from Wayne
We did, universally sparked the lid
Now these ladies love how we live
Got'em caught, shit you already know looking so fly
That the dog that played spiderweb your up LI's in here
Sucker cats don't try to steer
Near this, wish you could bring it this way
Compliments of Wonder Why and my nigga David J
[Dave:]
So the do, re, mi, fa, sol, la
Many reach to devour the stage, put the guts out the venue
Ah, shut up with your face, no need to continue
I've been there, done that
Received it, won that
Yo stunned that, that's how you like To Sun frozed
Keep my shit in harvest like Farmer John grows crops
Hops, you'll need the whole ceiling to tops
I saw the empire, set your liquid to fire, ("Damn!")
Bim Blam set a flame to your fanny
Dave is to surname like Dave is to Sammy
A Grammy, my concern is to earn for a little age
Next time, next rhyme, next phase
It's in the back y'all
It's on the wall y'all
It's in your head, but it's not the fever
It's in the back y'all
It's on the wall y'all
It's in your head, but it's not the fever
Now put your hand on your hip
Now put your hand on your hip
And let your backbone slip
And let your backbone slide
Now put your hand up on your hip
Now put your hand up on your hip
And let your backbone slip for the fever
Hey, ladies and gents reintroducing to you
Shootin' shit like hot asses after sipping bean stew
("Its David J")
Super fat come the visitor zoo
Peace to my home wood niggas and my man Tofu
("I Fell in Love")
But I'mma do the evil that man do
Get some ass on the side so that my love can shine through
Pull a cigar with crew, lean back and let it soak
You're holdin' on to my twelve-dollar smoke
Man...
[Posdnuos:]
It was Mase who laced the beat from up out the Earth
Leaving brothers hypnotized like Bootney Farnsworth
But I'm hip but no tized than that, clap to the break of dawn
Dada, wonder why it's hotter than hot
why not me, my steeze got niggas on the dick
They want to join the click
I hope that ass get a record deal
So they can feel what I feel
To overstand that ring ring, how you do is real
[Dave:]
You must be from Italy 'cause all you do is roam
Microphone to microphone, lookin' for home
I write a poem to make the publicists flock the prone cop
Shining on stage so I don't need a spotlight
Should be tight like Tupperwear supper wear, drawers of socks
Sippin' on gray pot
[Posdnuos:]
Yo scratch the pork chops
'Cause nothin' here drops
We're goin' up, up, up, up, up, up, up
It's in the back y'all
It's on the wall y'all
It's in your head, but it's not the fever
It's in the back y'all
It's on the wall y'all
It's in your head, but it's not the fever
It's in the back y'all
It's on the wall y'all
It's in your head, but it's not the fever
Huh [11x]
It's the fever
Writer(s): David Jolicoeur, Vincent Mason, Kelvin Mercer
