Stevie "O" The Boy Wonda - I Got an Attitude lyrics

Aurally potent, lethal, bust steady Man your battle stations, I'm ready Cold gettin bigger, an idol-like figure Play me if you want and make like a trigger Squeeze off your best, you can huff and puff But it's kiddie stuff because your best ain't good enough Stand on attention, your body in line This ain't your average rhyme, if it is, it ain't mine Ducks, has-beens, I'mma show them all I'm not a joker but I laugh cause y'all can't brawl I roll the mic, smoked I lay it to rest Embalmed in my palm, I touch it and it's blessed Got style, I know the routine All punks poppin junk can't join my team I got an attitude I run through the motions, I don't ramble 20:1 I'm up to par, don't gamble I take it till you're broke, you think it's a joke? The last duck that laughed choked from my smoke I light the mic on fire, set alarms to perk Antoinette is alert, I put bodies to work My attitude fills the room, you can feel the tension And if I ain't around, just mention I'm on the way with the mic at my side Watch the ducks hit the road up to Duckhill Drive When I finally approach I be in the mood To get loose and get mine, me and my attitude I got an attitude Come to the party with an attitude, a mood to chill When the music starts kickin I can't keep still Biters watchin me, eyein me, waitin to make Little rumors causin tumors that I might break But I'll never break, I'll just address the crowd There's no ifs, no ands when it's pumped up loud Cause I'mma rush em, crush em, shame, tame and blush em Voices that are moist - I'll hush em I'm no joke, the mic smoker of chicks From the pack I'm the pick, no, it ain't no trick I got rhymes that'll rock ya, beat that'll knock ya If it don't shock ya the body'll stop ya But don't play me close, other words hands off Deep voice, hard and moist, playin hard when you're soft You want a cutie? Don't mean to harness the charm Dom Perrignon in the arm, duck alert the alarm I'm not braggin or boastin, don't wanna be rude But sad sorry-looking Sallys keep tellin' I got an attitude You wanna know why I play you like that? I don't like your face Take your running shoes off, you ain't in this race Kick back, sit back, step off, sit down and be numb Feed crumbs to bums, rock rhymes over drums It ain't complicated, must I break it down? Def rhymes from a lady with a real live sound Must admit it I'm with it so get with it, you dig? Flossin carat and gear, and real hair, not a wig Bodily I'm vivacious and vocally gracious Antoinette's put together in all the right places Fit to carry wit, makin hit after hit Never ask me to quit cause I'm eternally lit You ain't ready, baby, sorry Sally, this is my thing A lot of male vocalists can't even hang And if they sound like a sissy when they diss they just piss me Off, I get wild and on the mic I get busy Bold just like a bee, I'm the queen of this thing Rock a beat inside out like Whitney can sing Clear my throat, hit a note, ( ? ) and bruised You run circles with my words, I finds and loose Ya, run your ( ? ) to the edge, you must be on qualudes Don't be comin in my face ( ? ) sayin I got an attitude