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 aggressive?" 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 be 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