Playgirls Play - 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

Do it, do it, do it, MC Lyte

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

Fuck 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

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

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 skills ain’t ill you be surprised

Hypnotized by my Brooklyn vibe

Or we can take it out to Queens where Cool J resides

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