All That Lyrics - Singles - Mc Lyte

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