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There's a song.. that |
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I sing.. whenever |
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I'm sad.. feelin bad [MC Lyte] |
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It was a date, a simple little fuckin date or so |
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I thought, wasn't that my great mistake |
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He picked me up at eight, from my crib |
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We went to dinner and he ordered babyback ribs |
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What a waste, a waste of the mind and body |
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And then he said, "Lyte, would you like to go and party?" |
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I thought about it, and then |
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I said, "NO! Pay for my food motherfucker and let's go!" |
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He said, "My, aren't we agressive.." |
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Damn right, and |
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I'm also perceptive |
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I know your kind, you roam around the fuckin town |
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You wanna slap it, flip it, and rub it down |
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You want some booty but you're gettin none this way |
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You better ask |
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Suzy Sally or that girl |
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Fay You gets |
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NONE, you hear me you cheesy rat? |
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Because I'm |
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Lyte, and |
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I'm havin |
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NONE of that |
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Chorus: MC |
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Lyte I'm all that, yes |
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I'm all that |
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You ask how? |
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I'm all that now |
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I'm all of that, yes |
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I'm all that |
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And rollin through your hood with a |
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BASEBALL bat [MC Lyte] |
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First I head out, into the red-eyed |
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Turn the A |
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C, so it feels cool inside |
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Step in the jam, baring good news |
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Although for some folks, |
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I bring the blues |
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Always solo, no relyin on a posse |
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I see what you see, do you see what |
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I see? I see suckers, many pucker-uppers |
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ASS-kissers, as well as buttlickers |
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Many many that will do me good and plenty |
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Don't know me from |
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Adam, but wanna get with me |
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Claimin they will do or have done or have did me |
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Talkin that yang, your ass'll get |
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SLAPPED Because |
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I'm Lyte and |
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I'm havin |
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NONE of that |
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Chorus [MC Lyte] |
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That!! That!! [answering machine] |
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Aiyyo Milk, aiyyo |
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Milk, this is |
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Teddy B Yo |
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I just checked out |
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Lyte's new cut (That!! That!!) and yo it's |
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ALL THAT, |
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ALL THAT Yo |
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I get with you, peace! [MC Lyte] |
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Back, way back when, shit wasn't funny |
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I'm talkin |
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L-Q days, your gold and your money |
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If you wore gold, the shit was gettin taken |
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Hard rocks, don't even bother fakin |
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Cause they can sense a sucker as |
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SOON as they saw ya |
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And oh well, how |
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I felt sorry for the razor in my pocket, for my protection |
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Blackjack in my bag for a little selection |
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You got beef? |
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BITCH, chose your weapon |
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I sliced and diced, and then |
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I kept steppin |
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For me to go for that woulda just been wack because |
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I'm Lyte, and |
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I'm havin |
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NONE of that |
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Chorus [answering machine] (That!! That!!) |
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Yo yo, yo |
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Lyte, you there? (That!! That!!) |
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Alright I just called to see if you was still shittin on wax |
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Yo and DON' |
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T make that shit soft alright? |
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Yo PUMP IT |
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UP Alright when you get in just give me a buzz |
