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Artist: MC Lyte f/ Missy 'Misdemeanor' Elliott, Mocha
Album:  Seven and Seven
Song:   Want What I Got
Typed by: magoousher@aol.com

[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
Iíll tell Ďem follow me then Iíll ditch Ďem at the light
I see Ďem at the club, they wanna know why Iím whiliní
Cause I smoke weed now Iím high like a pilot
Spendiní more cheese than you throw on a salad
Hand me my mike, if you Ďbout it, then Iím Ďbout it

[MC Lyte]
Mmmm, yea Iím Ďbout it
Donít doubt it, donít doubt it
Iím the MC Lyte boo but please donít crowd me
Cause my security might get rowdy
Make Ďem punch you out and watch your vision go cloudy
Now all you freaks wanna speak cuz Iím back
Stick to your gossip like the glue to your tracks
I never liked your ass, by the way, cuz youíre wack
Give a dog a bone so hereís a Lyte snack

[Mocha - CHORUS]
Yo yo (yo) want what i got
Come through then
You at home wití a safe you ainít got nothiní in
Ask how I got it and keep it cominí in
>From hustliní, doubliní and publishiní (publishiní)
Want what I got
Come through then
You at home wití a safe you ainít got nothiní in (nothiní in)
Ask how I got it and keep it cominí in
>From hustliní, doubliní and publishiní

[MC Lyte - Verse Two]
Used to be a rookie singiní Latti Datti
Now me and Missy beco-rockiní the party
Flooded Movado ainít I fly though
Never let Ďem see you cominí, thatís my motto
Iím on it, Iím on it, I had the nigga goiní
Said I was hot tomali, mind blowiní
Itís crucial, how some folks get bourgeois
Or bourgeois, did I lose you or did you lose me
Either way we miles apart
Iím hittiní the ribbon, you at the start
Iím never, ever, ever, gonna let you think
That your shit donít stink
So donít come around here thinkiní you canít get it
Youíll be the first to admit it
How you got punked by hip-hopís greatest
Missy and Lyte bringiní you the latest, yo yo

[Repeat CHORUS]

[Missy]
I treat niggas like they my hoe
Blaze Ďem then I go
Straight to the Nikko
Meet another Puerto Rico
Cute like tico
Copy me like kinko
You know Iíma freak, yo
I donít love them amigos
Iím straight to their pockets
Bow all their sockets
Iím plush like carpet
They wanna stick the target
I donít give a fuck what you rock
Cuz you see what I got, want what I got

[Repeat CHORUS]

[Mocha]
Want what I got

[Repeat CHORUS]