Lyrics Cold Rock a Party - MC Lyte, Bad Boy, Missy Misdemeanor Elliott

Cold Rock a Party

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)
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
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 town
I flow like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Spectacular over 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 every time that I drop
I fuck a bullet baby, I done took your spot
I guide the beat and I ride it well
And if you take a look, it ain’t hard to tell that I
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 then 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 (say what?)
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 L. A
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 beat and I ride it well
And if you take a look it ain’t hard to tell that I
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
Chilling with
A pina colada, kidada hooked me up
With Tommy now I got a 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 better 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
To the L, to the Y, and the T, to the E
(Rock the house and rock the house)