Ll Cool J - Playgirls Play lyrics

[Intro:] Do it, do it, do it, MC Lyte Do it, do it, do it, MC Lyte Do it, do it, do it, MC Lyte Do it, do it, do it, MC Lyte [Verse 1:] Ain't a damn thing changed You know my name East coast represent Watch me do my thing I'm the female chronic slash gin and tonic f** Johnny Blaze, I'm Johnny Mnemonic I'm a floss with it Take it way past the limit Go back 6 years and throw some G funk in it MC Lyte long as the money green collect This is for my dogs hittin' switches in the projects East side and the west side Indeed I spit it with finesse right L's for love me, Y for "why front?" T's for truth, E's the exotic flavor you bounce to [Chorus:] Lyte is... Brooklyn flavor that'll always be fresh Lyte is... paid in full I keep my benjamins Flippin' outfits twice a day Plus a milked out coupe to push around the way Grants stacking up every day all day That's just the way playgirls play [Verse 2:] I'm the ultimate intergalactic spectacular Funk mistress as creamy as Swiss Miss Hot chocolate I'm the topic, go cop it Broken microphones cause I rocked it Who that Lyte? True that, right? I'm the perfect role model for keepin' your game tight After this I'm spending four Gs tonight Cuz money made in the dark comes to the Lyte Recognize through them blood shot eyes Think my lyrical sk**s ain't ill you be surprised Hypnotized by my Brooklyn vibe Or we can take it out to Queens where Cool J resides [Chorus] (2x) [Verse 3:] You're transparent incoherent Oh you don't know that word Let me make it more apparent I sit on chrome stake up chips run up charts Break up schemes cause wet dreams Engine engine number 9 on the NY transit line If you want that flavor back Lyte it up, Lyte it up, Lyte it up Who am I? L Y T E How fly? Oh I'm real jiggy It's no puzzle how I through the muzzle on the mic Cuff your CD make it spin all night I got what you like you like what I got Hotter than gun shots hotter than most blocks Hot hot hot to the touch pop the clutch I won't stop Larger than life, the most jiggiest Rippin all the mics apart I'm gettin' busy It's all about the cheddar Nobody do the body better Never sour but flow like an Amaretta It's the Lyte y'all, I'm about to take flight Brooklyn zone got it locked up tight Show biz your biz doe biz my biz There it is [Chorus]