Lyte Mc All That Lyrics

All That Lyrics

There's a song.. that I sing.. whenever I'm sad.. feelin bad  

  

 [MC Lyte]  

 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 Fay  

 You gets NONE, you hear me you cheesy rat?  

 Because I'm Lyte, and I'm havin NONE of that  

  

 Chorus: MC Lyte  

  

 I'm all that, yes I'm all that  

 You ask how? I'm all that now  

 I'm all of that, yes I'm all that  

 And rollin through your hood with a BASEBALL bat  

  

 [MC Lyte]  

 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  

 Because I'm Lyte and I'm havin NONE of that  

  

 Chorus  

  

 [MC Lyte]  

 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 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 the  

 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  

  

 Chorus  

  

 [answering machine]  

 (That!! That!!)  

 Yo yo, yo Lyte, you there?  

 (That!! That!!)  

 Alright I just called to see if you was still shittin 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