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
Chorus:
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
Verse one:
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
Chorus (repeat)
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 la 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
Chorus (repeat)
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
Chorus (repeat)
To the l, to the y, and the t, to the e Rock the house and rock the house
