Stevie "O" The Boy Wonda - It's Like That Y'all lyrics

[Intro] Hurby, my headphones are not loud enough (Alright, yo Dre, pump it up some How's that?) Yeah, let's do this [Verse 1 ] Sweet Tee's in the groove, yes, I'm back on the move It's the thriller to k**, cause I got nothin' to lose I'm at the top of the heap, Hurby was lookin at me And oh, how they screamed (Go Sweet Tee!) Just wanted nothin but fun, cause I'm second to none And I'm here in the flesh to show how it's to be done So turn your speakers way up, until your ears start to pop And if your mom starts beefin', say, "Mom, do the Whop" Hop on the dance floor, dance to the music Toe-slam to my jam, you can do it I write rhymes, and to the world I'm given (Get busy, Sweet Tee) That's the way I'm livin' Leather or lace as I step in the place People come to say hi cause they know my face And you know I'm stylin, nails I'm filin' Standin' on stage, smilin', profilin' Lean, mean, breakin' out on the scene Me and the girls steppin' fresh outta Queens So if you wanna have a ball, give me a call I'm Sweet Tee, it's like that y'all ("Hey yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah") [Verse 2] Nonchalant as I flaunt the style I know you want Like a ghost in your mind, it's your conscience I haunt When I rap I bring joy to every girl, every boy Some think I play games cause my name is Toi Back to raise hell, I got records to sell I'm still on the top, don't you think I fell Never takin' a loss, weak rappers I toss Make no mistake, Sweet Tee is the boss Janet Jackson's nasty, but I'm in control Aretha Franklin, bow down to the new queen of soul Never settle for less, god is my witness Jog every day for physical fitness Climbin' higher, I'll never retire Rap so hot, they start three-alarm fires But don't be alarmed, it's just my grace and my charm I'm here for the good, I'll never do you no harm Sweet Tee's on the money, you know I'm makin' it I do it live, so you know I ain't fakin' it Five foot eight, standin' ten feet tall And if you ask me why, it's like that y'all [Verse 3] Slam on the jam just as hard as you can While I rock the mic with my all-girl band And you know I'm clever, taken down never Give me a beat, and I'm a cold-blooded terror My voice is on wax, now you know I'm set Cause the better the rhyme, the more money I get And I hope I'm told, when my record's old That they all got sold, and my jam went gold I give it all I got, and all I got I give I take no shorts, that's the way I live Tee's on the move, and I never get moved on (Long live the queen) Well, I'ma live real long I'm the people's choice, so all the people choose me Keep my beeper beepin', so the fellas don't lose me Sly as a fox, sippin' juice on the rocks When I get on the roll, I can never be stopped When I'm good I'm good, and when I'm bad I'm better Keep that in mind and don't you forget-a I write the rhymes that make you jump off the wall And you wanna know why? It's like that y'all [Verse 4] Cruisin' down the street in my jett-black Volvo Rockin to the radio playin' ("Say Joe") Heads all turn as I drive by As I wave to the fellas, all the fellas say (hi) Stepped on the gas, and I went to the disco The music's pumpin and the people screamin' (Ho!) The place is packed and people shakin their bodies The crowd outside is screamin' (We wanna party!) Jump on the stage, knuckleheads began to rampage They stopped short when my girl pulled the 12-guage Rocked anyway, cause I'm bad, and I'm bold Another rapper couldn't touch me with a ten-foot pole If you know what it is, then you know I'm a whiz Toes are tappin' while I'm rappin' cause I'm in showbiz Autographs I sign while they stand in line I remain number one till I'm a hundred and nine I play no games, and you know I ain't frontin' Let me know if you wanna start a little somethin' Why? Cause I'm a heavyweight, I go for it all I'm Sweet Tee, it's like that y'all