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Eve - I ♥ R&B 2005 the Brightest - Who's That Girl
I ♥ R&B 2005 the Brightest
Disc 1
01. Rock Wit U (Awww Baby)
02. Shut Up
03. Girls
04. Dip It Low
05. Never
06. Through the Wire
07. Things Come and Go
08. Take Me There (remix)
09. Hard to Get
10. This Is How We Do It
11. Candy
12. No Doubt
13. Caramel
14. Hey Mr. DJ
15. Blue Jeans
16. I Love Your Smile
17. Don't You Worry 'Bout a Thing
18. Straight Up
19. Who's That Girl
20. Dance for Me
Disc 2
01. Always on Time
02. Suga Suga
03. Forthenight
04. 21 Questions
05. Dilemma
06. U Make Me Wanna
07. Bag Lady (Cheeba Sac radio edit)
08. Anniversary
09. The Way It Used to Be
10. These Are the Times
11. Incomplete
12. Summertime
13. Overjoyed
14. Taste Your Love
15. Come With Me
16. Candy Rain
17. Hey Lover
18. Most High
19. Someday
20. All My Life
It's about that time, y'all
Haha, Ruff Ryders
You know, Teflon, Eve, woo!
Yo, yo, yo
They wanna know

Who's that girl? Uh, yo, yo, c'mon, c'mon
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve's that girl, uh, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon, c'mon
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Who's that girl? Uh, what's my name? Yo, yo, uh, what's my name? Yo
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve's that girl, uh, uh, uh, c'mon, c'mon
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)

Yo, yo
Can I turn you on by my word spell?
Look into my eyes, think I want you, can't tell
Me, I keep it sexy, daddy so I can't fail
Keep it gangsta for the cowards so I give 'em hell
Call me misfit, lips spit a gang of trash
Wrist glist now 'cause I make a gang of cash
Light glance, still street with the doo-rag

Slang, spit game, change speech, how they do that? Huh
Watch they mouths drop, watch the crowds pop up and act out
Broads with the screw face, smash on and knock out
Ain't changed, game don't run me, I run the game
If I gotta keep it gritty, so be it, I'm supposed to change

Like simple, dizzy broads ain't fuckin' with my mental
Natural born hustlin' bitch, check what I've been through
Got mine, took it from you, and now you slot mine
Exec to my own shit, dawg I'm ownin' dot coms

Who's that girl? C'mon, c'mon
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve's that girl, uh, yo, yo, yo
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Who's that girl? Huh, uh, uh, uh
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve's that girl
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)

Yo, yo
I can understand why they're scared of Eve
Thought I did it one way, ain't prepared for me
Huh, mad 'cause an image, I don't care to be
Realness, real shit, spit reality
Attitude rude, that's the Philly in I
Need me in the game, I'm the thrill in your life

Breath of fresh air
Little boys hang me on their wall, I grow 'em chest hair
Why you listenin' to other shit? You got the best here
Come on try your luck, shorty, I got the rest scared
Bet you anything you ain't ready and you get left there
Ain't known for frontin', vouch for my behavior

Same way they get down, I get down for this paper
16 lean from my pence so you can test her
Still need to know who I am, then cop the record
Take it like a class on me and learn the lesson
Bottom line, my world, my way, any questions?

Who's that girl? Uh, c'mon, c'mon
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve's that girl, uh, yo, yo, yo
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Who's that girl? Uh, say my name, y'all
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve's that girl, yo
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)

Power moves is made everyday by this thorough bitch
I'ma get this bank anyway that I do this shit
I was born to shine, and most of y'all's borderline bullshit
Know exactly what I want from me, you cats is clueless
Dispose the flow through my hands like water
Heat starts growing from my son or my daughter

Eve want her own cash, fuck what you bought her
He spend, you owe, that's what mommy taught her
So hardball is played, won't starve today
Song after song I write so I get paid
Thought I wasn't followin' up with the second round

Now bitch, swallow it up while I shove it down
Make 'em love me over again and over your name
Bet you they get over your style and over your fame
Why you lookin' sad at me? I ain't to blame
Back to plan B, baby, I can feel your pain

Who's that girl? E-V-E, y'all, uh, uh, now say my name, y'all
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve's that girl, c'mon, uh, uh, uh, c'mon, c'mon
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Who's that girl? Uh, E-V-E, y'all, c'mon, now say my name, y'all
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve's that girl, uh, uh, uh, uh
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)

Who's that girl?
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve's that girl
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Who's that girl?
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve's that girl
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)

(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)