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Steady Fucking Lyrics

"Steady Fucking" was written by Lana Moorer;jr. Nathaniel Robinson.
"Steady Fucking" was written by Lana Moorer;jr. Nathaniel Robinson.

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You wanna test, Lyte? Are you stupid?
You gotta be out of your fuckin' mind
MC Lyte is the don
Come down, MC Lyte, seen

Dirty bitch, you dirty, dirty bitch
Dirty bitch, you dirty, dirty bitch
Dirty bitch, you dirty, dirty bitch
Dirty bitch, you dirty, dirty bitch

Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking
Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking
Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking

Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking
Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking
Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking

You done insulted me
And I got to kick yo' ass, right now

So what's up, big Bahama Mama?
You know where to find me, you could never climb me
So why do you persist
To be placed upon my fuckin' hit list?

You a low-down dirty loser
Next time I see you, I'ma hit you with my Land Cruiser
You see a pooh-put, Lyte don't give a fuck
I.U. sayin', he laid pipe in that butt

And in case you didn't know
I been known to fuck up a hoe during a show
So now, you wanna play Miss Hard Rock
Don't test me, I put up career roadblocks

I heard you're smokin' crack, lady
You just had a kid, I guess that makes him a, crack baby
Whadda ya think?
The fifty-fifth nigga you fucked said

Your poom poom stink
Slow down, you're movin' too fast
The fifty-sixth said, he stuck a curling iron up that ass
Now you think, you're hot shit

Steppin' to Lyte with a limp, tryin' to pop shit
You're still a loser, no joke, when I see you
I'ma hit you with the Cruiser

Set the bitch on fire
Your fucking days are over

Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking
Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking
Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking
Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking

From upstate New York to way down South
I heard you do a mic a checka with a dick in your mouth
You're ready for the showdown, the low down
Lyte strikes again, another hoe down

Fuckin' to you, Shanny, is like a fad
Flippin' coins with your Mom to see who sucks Dad
But wait a second, I heard you're kinda funky
But then again, who's heard of a clean junkie?

How funky of a smell could one woman make?
Yo, fellas, I think she need a douche break

Douche, douche it out, douche break
Douche, douche it out, douche
Douche, douche it out, douche break

Douche, douche it out, douche, douche, douche
Douche, douche it out, douche break
Douche, douche it out, I think you need a douche

Tisk, tisk, what a relief it is
Not to be, not to be, not to be you
Not to be, not to be, not to be you
Or one of those pussy-eatin' members of your crew

'Cause if your crew was cool, they woulda scooped you
But instead, you let them fool you
You went into talkin' that bullshit you been talkin'
Walkin' that stank strut you been walkin'

I don't play that, ring around the rosie
Pocket full of posie, red rum, you dumb, dumb

We can all be some fightin' muthafuckas in here this evening
Bring your ass, nigga, bring it on, come on

Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking
Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking
Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking
Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking

Now let's talk about the grill, the grill
Now let's talk about the grill, the grill
Now let's talk about that grill, the grill

We'd all be dead if looks could kill
Now let's talk about your teeth
Shits, ain't been straight since you was eight
When you bit into a bad piece of beef

And even for a small fee
You let your uncle get one off, while you bounced on his fuckin' knee
Now what's my fuckin' name?
Left you so far behind, you can't get back into the fuckin' game

You must like puttin' dough in my pocket
Since eighty-six, my career sky-rocket
Where ya at?

Dumb hoe
I got this rap shit locked, sewn, hemmed
While you're hangin' from a buddah stem
I do this and that, baby pop, I get residuals
I'm liable to just fuck up your schedule

You'll be sittin' on your fat ass another ten years
Until the coast is clear
So next time, they push a rhyme in your hand
You better fully understand, who the fuck I am

At least, now we know
Dumb
It's all about Lyte
Bitch

Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking
Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking
Roxanne Shante is only good for steady fucking
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Songwriters
Lana Moorer;Jr. Nathaniel Robinson

Published by
DREAMWORLD PUDDING

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