All That

There's a song that I sing

Whenever I'm sad, feelin' bad

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

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 of that

And rollin' through your hood with a baseball bat

First I head out into the red eyed

Turn the AC on, 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

Asskissers 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

Ladies and gentlemen

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 of that

And rollin' through your hood with a baseball bat

That, that

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

Back, way back when shit wasn't funny

I'm talkin' L Q days, your golds 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 whack

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

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 of that

And rollin' through your hood with a baseball bat

(That, that)

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