featuring Missy 'Misdemeanor' Elliott Mocha

[Missy]

I can rock a party with a glass of Hennessey

I know I make yall sick with the way I boogie

My fake ass friends wanna hang out tonight

I'll tell 'em follow me then I'll ditch 'em at the light

I see 'em at the club they wanna know why I'm whilin'

Cause I smoke weed now I'm high like a pilot

Spendin' more cheese than you throw on a salad

Hand me my mike, if you 'bout it, then I'm 'bout it

[MC Lyte]

Mmmm, yea I'm 'bout it

Don't doubt it, don't doubt it

I'm the MC Lyte boo but please don't crowd me

Cause my security might get rowdy

Make 'em punch you out and watch your vision go cloudy

Now all you freaks wanna speak cuz I'm back

Stick to your gossip like the glue to your tracks

I never liked your ass, by the way, cuz you're wack

Give a dog a bone so here's a Lyte snack

[Mocha - CHORUS]

Yo yo (yo) want what i got

Come through then

You at home wit' a safe you ain't got nothin' in

Ask how I got it and keep it comin' in

>From hustlin', doublin' and publishin' (publishin')

Want what I got

Come through then

You at home wit' a safe you ain't got nothin' in (nothin' in)

Ask how I got it and keep it comin' in

>From hustlin', doublin' and publishin'

[MC Lyte - Verse Two]

Used to be a rookie singin' Latti Datti

Now me and Missy beco-rockin' the party

Flooded Movado ain't I fly though

Never let 'em see you comin', that's my motto

I'm on it, I'm on it, I had the nigga goin'

Said I was hot tomali, mind blowin'