| I can rock a party with a glass of Hennessey
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| I know I make yall sick with the way I boogie
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| My fake ass friends wanna hang out tonight
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| I’ll tell 'em follow me then I’ll ditch 'em at the light
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| I see 'em at the club, they wanna know why I’m whilin'
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| Cause I smoke weed now I’m high like a pilot
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| Spendin' more cheese than you throw on a salad
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| Hand me my mike, if you 'bout it, then I’m 'bout it
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| Mmmm, yea I’m 'bout it
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| Don’t doubt it, don’t doubt it
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| I’m the MC Lyte boo but please don’t crowd me
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| Cause my security might get rowdy
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| Make 'em punch you out and watch your vision go cloudy
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| Now all you freaks wanna speak cuz I’m back
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| Stick to your gossip like the glue to your tracks
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| I never liked your ass, by the way, cuz you’re wack
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| Give a dog a bone so here’s a Lyte snack
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| Yo yo (yo) want what i got
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| Come through then
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| You at home wit' a safe you ain’t got nothin' in
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| Ask how I got it and keep it comin' in
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| From hustlin', doublin' and publishin' (publishin')
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| Want what I got
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| Come through then
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| You at home wit' a safe you ain’t got nothin' in (nothin' in)
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| Ask how I got it and keep it comin' in
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| From hustlin', doublin' and publishin'
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| Used to be a rookie singin' «La Di Da Di»
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| Now me and Missy be cold-rockin' the party
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| Flooded Movado ain’t I fly though
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| Never let 'em see you comin', that’s my motto
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| I’m on it, I’m on it, I had the nigga goin'
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| Said I was hot tamale, mind blowin'
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| It’s crucial, how some folks get bourgeois
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| Or bourgeois, did I lose you or did you lose me
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| Either way we miles apart
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| I’m hittin' the ribbon, you at the start
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| I’m never, ever, ever, gonna let you think
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| That your shit don’t stink
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| So don’t come around here thinkin' you can’t get it
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| You’ll be the first to admit it
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| How you got punked by hip-hop's greatest
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| Missy and Lyte bringin' you the latest, yo yo
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| I treat niggas like they my ho
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| Blaze 'em then I go
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| Straight to the Nikko
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| Meet another Puerto Rico
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| Cute like tico
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| Copy me like kinko
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| You know I’mma freak, yo
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| I don’t love them amigos
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| I’m straight to their pockets
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| Bow all their sockets
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| I’m plush like carpet
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| They wanna stick the target
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| I don’t give a fuck what you rock
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| Cuz you see what I got, want what I got
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| Want what I got |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Want What I Got , by - MC Lyte. Song from the album Seven & Seven (Clean), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп