Cold Rock a Party - MC Lyte

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)

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 town

I flow like a butterfly, sting like a bee

Spectacular over 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 every time that I drop

I fuck a bullet baby, I done took your spot

I guide the beat and I ride it well

And if you take a look, it ain’t hard to tell that I

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 then 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 (say what?)

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 beat and I ride it well

And if you take a look it ain’t hard to tell that I

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

Chilling with

A pina colada, kidada hooked me up

With Tommy now I got a 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 better 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

To the L, to the Y, and the T, to the E

(Rock the house and rock the house)