Smooth - Who's Smooth The M.C. lyrics

I need the best female M.C. I don't have anybody in mind But wait, oh, Smooth the M.C. Who's Smooth the M.C. Everyone's searching for something new But it's ending because there's few Most are the same Some try to change And now they're asking my name? How should I go, what should I say Hi, I'm Smooth from L.A.? If I go that way, mostly away But oh yo, you say it's OK? Who's Smooth the M.C. Who's Smooth the M.C. Who's Smooth the M.C. Who is she? Smooth's the most from cost the cost No need to boast I change now my later To prove my name alone must be a quainter I'm brighter than anyone you've seen before I rock the floor You need more? To answer the questions you asked And times keep pa**ing by you I don't lie to my fans No plans to keep you going to owing my time You blind your mind You can't find Let me remind you Here's a clue I'm the best, no less, not test So fast up to the truth it's the lead But I keep searching and looking Approaching for lyrices I'm cooking up Oh yes, it's me So, no longer ask Who's Smooth the M.C. Who's Smooth the M.C. Who's Smooth the M.C. Who's Smooth the M.C. Who is she? Bottoms up Listen to this Because I'm sure You don't wanna miss Tristar, meaning it's three of me Me, myself and I, too fly I'm pleased to be a female in society Realistically the first to burst to cast a curse on thee Can you attain my theory Now I'm in demand to command a soul All will understand It takes more than one to put you on this together It's no illusion of any sort Without support at any court I try to do this for you It may seem easy but it's hard to do So I take out the time to make it come out right No matter if I'm scared I don't care And I'm still aware of the lyrics I say I keep on going because the girl don't play I just like to say a rhyme daily I keep on coming as long as I get paid A s**er gets laid when I'm saying my rhymes I make em come out still on time Cause I flow so easily And I'm Smooth And everybody knows that I rule I'm the queen of rap What else should I say I keep on coming I do it everyday The girl's from L.A. And like I said before Listen closely as I do some more They call me the Smooth My man is J Everybody's dropping the dopeness this way My brother Chris popped up the demo Now I'm rollin' a fresh Benz limo Yo, Smooth, get off the mike and let somebody else grab that Yeah Smooth, come on Wait a minute, wait a minute The mike is mine Come on, get on up off there Sometimes I think I feel crazy When I move the mike I never feel lazy I pick up the mike and start the flow again I keep on going till the beat ends I'm going till you know who I am Damn, what happened to the beat?