Mc Lyte Cold Rock A Party Lyrics

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
1-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
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
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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 L.A.
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
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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
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To the L, to the Y, and the T, to the E
Rock the house and rock the house
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