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There's a song.. that I sing.. whenever I'm sad.. feelin bad It was a date, a simple little fuckin date or so I thought, wasn't 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 let's go!" He said, "My, aren't we agressive.." Damn right, and I'm 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 you're gettin none this way You better ask Suzy Sally or that girl Faye You gets none, you hear me you cheesy rat? cause I'm Lyte, and I'm havin none of that I'm all that, yes I'm all that You ask how? hmph, I'm all that now I'm all of that, yes I'm all that Strolling through your hood with a base-ball bat Letras de canciones 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 Don't know me from Adam, but wanna get with me Claimin they will do, or have done, or have did me Talkin that yang, your ass'll get slapped cause I'm Lyte and I'm havin none of that I'm all that, yes I'm all that You ask how? hmph, I'm all that now I'm all of that, yes I'm all that Strolling through your hood with a base-ball bat That!! That!! [answering machine] Aiyyo Milk, aiyyo Milk, this is Teddy B Yo I just checked out Lyte's new cut (That!! That!!) and yo it's ALL THAT, ALL THAT Yo I'll get with you, peace! [MC Lyte] Back, way back when, shit wasn't funny I'm talkin L-Q days, your gold and your money If you wore gold, the shit was gettin taken Hard rocks, don't even bother fakin Cause they can sense a sucker as soon as they saw ya And oh well, how I felt sorry for you 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 I'm Lyte, and I'm havin none of that I'm all that, yes I'm all that You ask how? hmph, I'm all that now I'm all of that, yes I'm all that Strolling through your hood with a base-ball bat [answering machine] (That!! That!!) Yo yo, yo Lyte, you there? (That!! That!!) Alright I just called to see if you was still sittin on wax Yo and don't make that shit soft alright? Yo pump it up Alright when you get in just give me a buzz From Letras Mania