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(Rolling tape)Hurby, my headphones are not loud enough(Alright Yo Dre, pump it up somethin' How's that?)Yeah, let's do thisSweet Tee's in the groove, yes, I'm back on the moveIt's the thriller to kill, cause I got nothin' to loseI'm at the top of the heap, Hurby was lookin' at meAnd oh, how they screamed (Go Sweet Tee!)Just wanted nothin' but fun, cause I'm second to noneAnd I'm here in the flesh to show how it is to be doneSo turn your speakers way up, until your ears start to popAnd if your mom starts beefin', say, "Mom, do the Whop"Hop on the dance floor, dance to the musicToe-slam to my jam, you can do itI write rhymes, and to the world I'm givin'(Get busy, Sweet Tee) That's the way I'm livin'Leather or lace as I step in the placePeople come to say hi cause they know my faceAnd you know I'm stylin', nails I'm filin'Standin' on stage, smilin', profilin'SongtexteLean, mean, breakin' out on the sceneMe and the girls steppin' fresh outta QueensSo if you want to have a ball, give me a callI'm Sweet Tee, it's like that y'allNonchalant as I flaunt the style I know you wantLike a ghost in your mind, it's your conscience I hauntWhen I rap I bring joy to every girl, every boySome think I play games cause my name is ToiBack to raise hell, I got records to sellI'm still on the top, don't you think I fellNever takin' a loss, weak rappers I tossMake no mistake, Sweet Tee is the bossJanet Jackson's nasty, but I'm in controlAretha Franklin, bow down to the new queen of soulNever settle for less, god is my witnessJog every day for physical fitnessClimbin' higher, I'll never retireRap so hot, they start three alarm firesBut don't be alarmed, it's just my grace and my charmI'm here for the good, I'll never do you no harmSweet Tee's on the money, you know I'm makin' itI do it live, so you know I ain't fakin' itFive foot eight, standin' ten feet tallAnd if you ask me why, it's like that y'allSlam on the jam just as hard as you canWhile I rock the mic with my all-girl bandAnd you know I'm clever, taken down neverGive me a beat, and I'm a cold-blooded terrorMy voice is on wax, now you know I'm set'Cause the better the rhyme, the more money I getAnd I hope I'm told, when my record's oldThat they all got sold, and my jam went goldI give it all I got, and all I got I giveI take no shorts, that's the way I liveTee's on the move, and I never get moved on(Long live the queen) Well, I'm a live real longI'm the people's choice, so all the people choose meKeep my beeper beepin', so the fellas don't lose meSly as a fox, sippin' juice on the rocksWhen I get on the roll, I can never be stoppedWhen I'm good I'm good, and when I'm bad I'm betterKeep that in mind and don't you forget thatI write the rhymes that make you jump off the wallAnd you want to know why? It's like that y'allCruisin' down the street in my jett-black VolvoRockin' to the radio playin' [song name]Heads all turn as I drive byAs I wave to the fellas, all the fellas say (hi)Stepped on the gas, and I went to the discoThe music's pumpin' and the people screamin' (Ho!)The place is packed and people shakin' their bodiesThe crowd outside is screamin' (We want to party!)Jump on the stage, knuckleheads began the rampageThey stopped short when my girl pulled the 12-gaugeRocked anyway, cause I'm bad, and I'm boldAnother rapper couldn't touch me with a ten-foot poleIf you know what it is, then you know I'm a whizToes are tappin' while I'm rappin', cause I'm in showbizAutographs I sign while they stand in lineI remain number one till I'm 109I play no games, and you know I ain't frontin'Let me know if you want to start a little somethin'Why? Cause I'm a heavyweight, I go for it allI'm Sweet Tee, it's like that y'all Aus Songtexte Mania