Rashad Smith - Cold Rock a Party lyrics

[Intro] (To the beat y'all! To the beat y'all! Just clap your hands, just clap your hands...) 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) [Hook] Now I cold rock a party in a b-girl stance I rock on the floor make the fellas wanna dance I be the sh** and it's all good and if you understood [Verse 1] 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 b**h on this side of town I flow like a bu*terfly, 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 f**ing you up every time that I drop I f** 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 [Hook x2] [Verse 2] 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 [Hook x2] [Verse 3] Get out my sh**, 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 sh** don't stop It goes on, on, on, on You see, the sh** 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 sh** 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 [Hook x2] [Outro] To the L, to the Y, and the T, to the E (Rock the house and rock the house)