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| Mc Lyte Bad As I Wanna B Cold Rock A Party To the L, to the Y and the T to the E So get ready cause I want everybody to say this with me Rock the house, rock the house, rock the house 1-Now I cold rock a party in a b-girl stance I rock on the floor make the fellas wanna dance I be the shit and it's all good and if you understood Would you stop scheming and trying to look hard I get my bodyguard, You get that booty scarred I'm a veteran which means that I've been In the game too long since the days of paper thin way Back when I've been putting it down Ask your homies who's the baddest bitch on this side of The M I C, I go for broke, never giving it less than The best lots of years in the game at your request You like the rhyme bite if you dare I get the paper so I don't care, fly that's me The epitomy of what a real MC is supposed to be Fucking you up everytime that I drop, fuck a bullet baby I done took your spot I guide the best and I ride it well and if you take a look it Ain't hard to tell that I (rpt 1) Back off me and let my skin breathe, Lyte is everlasting it's hard to believe I shall prevail cause I'm next to none Cause I'm claiming no set, Don't plan to get down Just Brooklyn is where I'm from but I'm resting In Studio City for the fun, if you don't understand Just say you don't (nah!) And don't wait for me to explain cause I won't You see it's in my nature to be the best, West to East See East to West, ready or not I have arrived and I'm live Showing an MC how to survive, cause it's crazy how I get you captured with my tactics, I got many witnesses that can back this ruffnecks from New York to L.A. Been down with me since Poor George It's '96 -- it's all about show and prove And I'm about to make the ill type moves I guide the best and ride it well And if you take a look it ain't hard to tell that I (rpt 1) Get out my shit, Please let me be, I don't see why You KGB, why you gotta be all up on me like that Trying to get over like a fat rat, but I understand I'm a woman in the land of hip-hop And the shit don't stop, it goes on, on, on, on You see the shit don't stop till the break of dawn And now who makes it liver than a hip-hop, scuba diver Chillin with a pina colada, kidada hooked me up With Tommy now I gotta lot of gear from everywhere That I'd like to share (yeah right!) But I'd rather do Kani, don't ask why! 5001, my son gets shit done all on the catwalk What they've ever done for you You betta get down with your real crew Cause I ride the beat and I ride it well and if you take A look, it ain't hard to tell that I (rpt 1) To the L, to the Y, and the T, to the E Rock the house and rock the house sallysally@usa.net |
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