90er Jahre Musik - MC Lyte - Cold Rock A Party

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Intro:

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

Chorus:

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

Verse one:

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

Chorus (repeat)

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 la
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

Chorus (repeat)

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

Chorus (repeat)

To the l, to the y, and the t, to the e
Rock the house and rock the house

Made bY..; Bl0ndie-Ann !..¤