text: B-boy where the fuck you at
  I been looking for youre ass since a quarter past
  Hot peas and butter, baby come and get your supper
  Before I make you suffer, thats when you had enough-a
  Can I get hot when you hit the jackpot
  Surely I can if you the man
  I get loose and produce large amounts of juice
  Can you get used to that or do you need a boost of energy
  To enter me and get it on
  Youre getting warm
  I can feel you getting closer
  Now baby, down this Mimosa
  You better believe its time to give a toast to
  The woman of the decade, too bad to be played
  Get vexed and Im bound to throw shade
  All over your body
  Whose body, your body
  I can rock a party like nobody
  Leaving time to take home the loot
  Choosy about who I let knock my boots
  Now let me take sight while your loving the Lyte
  Life aint all that unless youre doing it right
  Keep on, keeping on cause you came and you changed my world
  Your love so brand new, keep on keep keeping on
  Doin it right, right, right
  Beware of the stare when I step into peace
  I come in peace but I got shit that need to be released
  Now who from the chosen shall I choose
  Yeah now you wish you was in his shoes
  I found me a new nigga this year
  That knows how to handle this here
  Now I look forward to going home at night
  Brother does me right under the candlelight
  Wax upon my back can I handle all of that
  I guess I can, can I why not
  If I wanna guess I can, can I
  More honey than a bumble-bee hive
  Pulling sixty-nine ways in my archive
  Sweet like licorice, sugar for my booga
  Juicy like Hi-C or an Icee
  I got shit to make your ass write a bad check
  Cause like I said I aint afraid of the sweat
  Beat on my drum if you feel the need to
  As I proceed to open up and feed you
  I got a longing to put you where you wanna be
  Been I can, I get rid of all company
  Many have tried strict regulations
  Lazy motherfuckers get put on probation
  Those that didnt perform well
  They gets no answer when they ring-a-ring-a my bell
  Youre playing with my time
  Trying to jerk me, hurt me then dessert me
  You better work me while you got the oppurtunity
  To be in the midst of the L-Y-T-E
  Only the strong survive, only the wise excel
  Once said by my born-in-hell
  Only the lonely die slowly
  Left all alone try to control me
  Easy does it never ask how was it
  Never speak my info why my sheets in the streets
  Cause that aint cool and that aint cute
  To talk about who knocked the boots on a video shoot
  But its all good though, you gotta get it when you want it
  Sight your prey, make your move and hop up on it
  Its natural, never be ashamed
  Fuck the fame, get the name and kick the game