Mc Lyte - Cold Rock A Party Lyrics
Intro:To the l, to the y and the t to the eSo get ready cause I want everybody to say this with meRock the house, rock the house, rock the houseChorus:Now I cold rock a party in a b-girl stanceI rock on the floor make the fellas wanna danceI be the shit and its all good and if you understoodVerse one:Would you stop scheming and trying to look hardI get my bodyguard, you get that booty scarred, Im a veteranWhich means that Ive been in the game too longSince the days of paper thin way back when Ive been putting itDown ask your homies whos the baddest ***** on this side ofThe m I c, I go for broke, never giving it less than the bestLots of years in the game at your request, you like the rhymeBite if you dare, I get the paper so I dont care, fly thats meThe epitomy of what a real mc is supposed to be, *****ing you upEverytime that I drop, ***** a bullet baby, I done took your spotI guide the best and I ride it well and if you take a lookIt aint hard to tell that iChorus (repeat)Back off me and let my skin breathe, lyte is everlastingIts hard to believe I shall prevail cause Im next to noneCause Im claiming no set, dont plan to get downJust brooklyn is where Im from but Im resting in studio cityFor the fun, if you dont understand just say you dont (nah!)And dont wait for me to explain cause I wontYou see its in my nature to be the best, west to eastSee east to west, ready or not I have arrived and Im liveShowing an mc how to survive. cause its crazy how iGet you captured with my tactics, I got many witnessesThat can back this ruffnecks from new york to laBeen down with me since poor georgeIts 96 -- its all about show and prove and Im about toMake the ill type moves, I guide the best and ride it wellAnd if you take a look it aint hard to tell that iChorus (repeat)Get out my shit, please let me be, I dont see why -- you kgbWhy you gotta be all up on me like that, trying to get overLike a fat rat, but I understand -- Im a woman in the land of hip-hopAnd the shit dont stop, it goes on, on, on, onYou see the shit dont stop till the break of dawnAnd now who makes it liver than a hip-hop, scuba diver, chillin withA pina colada, kidada hooked me up with tommy now I gottaLot of gear from everywhere that Id like to share (yeah right!)But Id rather do kani, dont ask why! 5001, my son gets shit doneAll on the catwalk, what theyve ever done for youYou betta get down with your real crew, cause I ride the beatAnd I ride it well and if you take a look it aint hard to tell that iChorus (repeat)To the l, to the y, and the t, to the eRock the house and rock the house
