I Can't Make a Mistake - MC Lyte

I can’t make a mistake

Missing the dancefloor shake

I gotta get to the floor I gotta get to the floor

Romancing in the dark I spark the light

It’s allright tonight I gotta get the mic

As I smoke the crowd I spike red eye

Crippin' them Heinekens they don’t know where they been

Baby got backseat rollin' like Tandy

But you look for good luck, swing in the Expo G

I mean no harm, but that lucky jog

You need to ditch it quik, get with the Brooklyn bomb

I be, we be, pumpin' the spot G

Wherever we be, we hit directly

It’s been so long, we gotta get it on

To this song, my song, now sing along come on

Come here, let’s rap 'n taste a little

Floor’s too high, not to jiggle in the middle of tender ??

Celphone, all chrome, ???, come home we double chrome

But I can’t make a mistake, hmmm

Leave the dancefloor now (uhn uhn, no no)

I’m on this somethin', he bubble in the sugar baby

Shoulda, woulda, coulda, that ain’t need baby

When I step into ya Miss Rock-y (?) frame

I change the game, it’ll never look the same

Upstructed, abstracted, my tactic, fantastic

It’s been so long, we gotta get it on

To this song, my song, now sing along come on

I can’t make a mistake, I can’t make a mistake

Yeah… here he come, lookin' like he 21

Knowing damn well, he too could get done

But he got a partner, and that ain’t too hard to fix

Once I slide up in the mix

Suggin' it baby, from right to left

Jigged out, gotta pick ya out from what’s left

It’s no mistery, the way ya humpin' and bumpin'

No what you comin' home with me?

I’m-gon'-get-some-satisfaction

The way you comin' at me with the action

You betta know it, when ya dealing with the poet

Whatever crap you got, you betta show it

It’s been so long, we gotta get it on

To this song, my song, now sing along come on

I can’t make a mistake, I can’t make a mistake