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MC Lyte - All That lyrics
Theres a song.. that I sing.. whenever Im sad.. feelin bad [mc lyte] It was a date, a simple little fuckin date Or so I thought, wasnt that my great mistake He picked me up at eight, from my crib We went to dinner and he ordered babyback ribs What a waste, a waste of the mind and body And then he said, "lyte, would you like to go and party? " I thought about it, and then I said, "no! Pay for my food motherfucker and lets go!" He said, "my, arent we agressive.." Damn right, and Im also perceptive I know your kind, you roam around the fuckin town You wanna slap it, flip it, and rub it down You want some booty but youre gettin none this way You better ask suzy sally or that girl fay You gets none, you hear me you cheesy rat? Because Im lyte, and Im havin none of that Chorus: mc lyte Im all that, yes Im all that You ask how?Im all that now Im all of that, yes Im all that And rollin through your hood with a baseball bat [mc lyte] First I head out, into the red-eyed Turn the ac, so it feels cool inside Step in the jam, baring good news Although for some folks, I bring the blues Always solo, no relyin on a posse I see what you see, do you see what I see? I see suckers, many pucker-uppers Ass-kissers, as well as buttlickers Many many that will do me good and plenty Dont know me from adam, but wanna get with me Claimin they will do or have done or have did me Talkin that yang, your assll get slapped Because Im lyte and Im havin none of that Chorus [mc lyte] That!! that!! [answering machine] Aiyyo milk, aiyyo milk, this is teddy b Yo I just checked out lytes new cut (that!! that!!) And yo its all that, all that Yo I get with you, peace! [mc lyte] Back, way back when, shit wasnt funny Im talkin l-q days, your gold and your money If you wore gold, the shit was gettin taken Hard rocks, dont even bother fakin Cause they can sense a sucker as soon as they saw ya And oh well, how I felt sorry for the Razor in my pocket, for my protection Blackjack in my bag for a little selection You got beef? bitch, chose your weapon I sliced and diced, and then I kept steppin For me to go for that woulda just been wack Because Im lyte, and Im havin none of that Chorus [answering machine] (that!! that!!) Yo yo, yo lyte, you there? (that!! that!!) Alright I just called to see if you was still shittin on wax Yo and dont make that shit soft alright? Yo pump it up Alright when you get in just give me a buzz |
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