There's a song that I sing   Whenever I'm sad, feelin' bad      It was a date, a simple little fuckin' date   Or so I thought, wasn't that my great mistake?   He picked me up at eight from my crib   We went to dinner and he ordered Babyback Ribs      What a waste, a waste of the mind and body   And then he said, "Lyte, would you like to go and party?"   I thought about it and then I said no   Pay for my food, motherfucker and let's go      He said, "My, aren't we agressive?"   Damn right and I'm also perceptive   I know your kind, you roam around the fuckin' town   You wanna slap it, flip it and rub it down      You want some booty but you're gettin' none this way   You better ask Suzy, Sally or that girl, Fay   You gets none, you hear me you cheesy rat?   Because I'm Lyte and I'm havin' none of that      I'm all that, yes, I'm all that   You ask how? I'm all that now   I'm all of that, yes, I'm all of that   And rollin' through your hood with a baseball bat      First I head out into the red eyed   Turn the AC on, so it feels cool inside   Step in the jam, baring good news   Although for some folks I bring the blues      Always solo, no relyin' on a posse   I see what you see, do you see what I see?   I see suckers, many pucker uppers   Asskissers as well as buttlickers      Many, many that will do me good and plenty   Don't know me from Adam but wanna get with me   Claimin' they will do or have done or have did me   Talkin' that yang, your ass'll get slapped   Because I'm Lyte and I'm havin' none of that      Ladies and gentlemen      I'm all that, yes, I'm all that   You ask how? I'm all that now   I'm all of that, yes, I'm all of that   And rollin' through your hood with a baseball bat      That, that      Aiyyo, milk, aiyyo, milk, this is Teddy B   Yo, I just checked out Lyte's new cut   (That, that)   And, yo, it's all that, all that   Yo, I get with you, peace      Back, way back when shit wasn't funny   I'm talkin' L Q days, your golds and your money   If you wore gold the shit was gettin' taken   Hard rocks, don't even bother fakin'      'Cause they can sense a sucker as soon as they saw ya   And oh well, how I felt sorry for the   Razor in my pocket for my protection   Blackjack in my bag for a little selection      You got beef? Bitch, chose your weapon   I sliced and diced and then I kept steppin'   For me to go for that woulda just been whack   Because I'm Lyte and I'm havin' none of that      I'm all that, yes, I'm all that   You ask how? I'm all that now   I'm all of that, yes, I'm all of that   And rollin' through your hood with a baseball bat      (That, that)   Yo, yo, Lyte, you there?   (That, that)   Alright, I just called to see if you was still shittin on wax   Yo, and don't make that shit soft, alright? Yo, pump it up   Alright, when you get in just give me a buzz