Have U Ever Lyrics
| Song | Have U Ever |
| Artist | MC Lyte |
| Album | Badder Than B-Fore |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Allah, Carl So Lower, Dupri ... | |
| Hook: | |
| Have you ever, ever in long living life | |
| Seen a woman rock the mic | |
| Like the one called the lyte | |
| (repeat) | |
| As I zoom with the z down the avenue | |
| Who it be, me less the crew | |
| Why you talkin that whoopied doo whoo | |
| I'm makin moves, that's smoother than | |
| The cream or the sweat from a wet dream | |
| Drippin wit vaseline | |
| My mabeline left a ring on the scene | |
| I got mad peeps down with the tag team | |
| Listen you couldn't front it you want to | |
| Trying to escape now I'm the one that you're running to | |
| Looking at my tag it's about that time | |
| For you to get yours, for me to get mine | |
| I got our shit poppin wheelies like a ninja | |
| The inner of my center, keeps you warm in the winter | |
| My placenta is on high overload, my complete context | |
| Can get so complex, I might explode | |
| On the scene, like a nuclear bomb | |
| While the children scream, I'll yellin ring the alarm | |
| Hook | |
| This is going out to all the ruffnecks | |
| And hood rats, jermaine hit me off with the track | |
| Yo brat if you're wit me holla let me know where you're at | |
| I be the stage wrecker, rhyme | |
| Mafessa, feel the pressure, coming | |
| Straight off elektra, the shit that be | |
| Kicking is off the wall crazy | |
| You can't see, what I can see cause you're | |
| Blind baby, born a slave die a slave | |
| Representing from the cradle to the grave | |
| Cause we living in the last day, coming through your tv in 3-d | |
| It's the lyte representing for the female species | |
| Letting em know that they can't even | |
| Hook | |
| What do we have here, an impostor | |
| Perpetrator, fake playre trying to get on the roster | |
| I keep trying to warn em and drop it all on em | |
| Rap my collapse, when they attack | |
| And drop the bomb on em, blown to dust | |
| Either roll with us, or get rushed in, in God we trust | |
| Cause it's a must, that I kick it like I hear it | |
| Speak it like I see it | |
| It's the spirit, I ain't go to see it to believe it | |
| I take the form of the rain in a storm | |
| As I get warm, like the rays of the sun | |
| Here I come, like a hurricane, ready to | |
| Be reborn, let me be the first to welcome | |
| You to the terrordome, the unknown zone | |
| A million miles away from home | |
| The clock is ticking, time is up, before the world destructs | |
| Or the universe erupt | |
| I'ma be the one to lights this motherf**ker up | |
| Hook |
| zuo ci : Allah, Carl So Lower, Dupri ... | |
| Hook: | |
| Have you ever, ever in long living life | |
| Seen a woman rock the mic | |
| Like the one called the lyte | |
| repeat | |
| As I zoom with the z down the avenue | |
| Who it be, me less the crew | |
| Why you talkin that whoopied doo whoo | |
| I' m makin moves, that' s smoother than | |
| The cream or the sweat from a wet dream | |
| Drippin wit vaseline | |
| My mabeline left a ring on the scene | |
| I got mad peeps down with the tag team | |
| Listen you couldn' t front it you want to | |
| Trying to escape now I' m the one that you' re running to | |
| Looking at my tag it' s about that time | |
| For you to get yours, for me to get mine | |
| I got our shit poppin wheelies like a ninja | |
| The inner of my center, keeps you warm in the winter | |
| My placenta is on high overload, my complete context | |
| Can get so complex, I might explode | |
| On the scene, like a nuclear bomb | |
| While the children scream, I' ll yellin ring the alarm | |
| Hook | |
| This is going out to all the ruffnecks | |
| And hood rats, jermaine hit me off with the track | |
| Yo brat if you' re wit me holla let me know where you' re at | |
| I be the stage wrecker, rhyme | |
| Mafessa, feel the pressure, coming | |
| Straight off elektra, the shit that be | |
| Kicking is off the wall crazy | |
| You can' t see, what I can see cause you' re | |
| Blind baby, born a slave die a slave | |
| Representing from the cradle to the grave | |
| Cause we living in the last day, coming through your tv in 3d | |
| It' s the lyte representing for the female species | |
| Letting em know that they can' t even | |
| Hook | |
| What do we have here, an impostor | |
| Perpetrator, fake playre trying to get on the roster | |
| I keep trying to warn em and drop it all on em | |
| Rap my collapse, when they attack | |
| And drop the bomb on em, blown to dust | |
| Either roll with us, or get rushed in, in God we trust | |
| Cause it' s a must, that I kick it like I hear it | |
| Speak it like I see it | |
| It' s the spirit, I ain' t go to see it to believe it | |
| I take the form of the rain in a storm | |
| As I get warm, like the rays of the sun | |
| Here I come, like a hurricane, ready to | |
| Be reborn, let me be the first to welcome | |
| You to the terrordome, the unknown zone | |
| A million miles away from home | |
| The clock is ticking, time is up, before the world destructs | |
| Or the universe erupt | |
| I' ma be the one to lights this motherf ker up | |
| Hook |
| zuò cí : Allah, Carl So Lower, Dupri ... | |
| Hook: | |
| Have you ever, ever in long living life | |
| Seen a woman rock the mic | |
| Like the one called the lyte | |
| repeat | |
| As I zoom with the z down the avenue | |
| Who it be, me less the crew | |
| Why you talkin that whoopied doo whoo | |
| I' m makin moves, that' s smoother than | |
| The cream or the sweat from a wet dream | |
| Drippin wit vaseline | |
| My mabeline left a ring on the scene | |
| I got mad peeps down with the tag team | |
| Listen you couldn' t front it you want to | |
| Trying to escape now I' m the one that you' re running to | |
| Looking at my tag it' s about that time | |
| For you to get yours, for me to get mine | |
| I got our shit poppin wheelies like a ninja | |
| The inner of my center, keeps you warm in the winter | |
| My placenta is on high overload, my complete context | |
| Can get so complex, I might explode | |
| On the scene, like a nuclear bomb | |
| While the children scream, I' ll yellin ring the alarm | |
| Hook | |
| This is going out to all the ruffnecks | |
| And hood rats, jermaine hit me off with the track | |
| Yo brat if you' re wit me holla let me know where you' re at | |
| I be the stage wrecker, rhyme | |
| Mafessa, feel the pressure, coming | |
| Straight off elektra, the shit that be | |
| Kicking is off the wall crazy | |
| You can' t see, what I can see cause you' re | |
| Blind baby, born a slave die a slave | |
| Representing from the cradle to the grave | |
| Cause we living in the last day, coming through your tv in 3d | |
| It' s the lyte representing for the female species | |
| Letting em know that they can' t even | |
| Hook | |
| What do we have here, an impostor | |
| Perpetrator, fake playre trying to get on the roster | |
| I keep trying to warn em and drop it all on em | |
| Rap my collapse, when they attack | |
| And drop the bomb on em, blown to dust | |
| Either roll with us, or get rushed in, in God we trust | |
| Cause it' s a must, that I kick it like I hear it | |
| Speak it like I see it | |
| It' s the spirit, I ain' t go to see it to believe it | |
| I take the form of the rain in a storm | |
| As I get warm, like the rays of the sun | |
| Here I come, like a hurricane, ready to | |
| Be reborn, let me be the first to welcome | |
| You to the terrordome, the unknown zone | |
| A million miles away from home | |
| The clock is ticking, time is up, before the world destructs | |
| Or the universe erupt | |
| I' ma be the one to lights this motherf ker up | |
| Hook |
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