Root Beer Float

The name is N-Tyce Coming straight from the state of the Hornets If I had a jimmy, mad brothers would be on it I got more style than a model, a tough act to follow Got so much flavor you try to swallow (Yep) Now you catch me in the streets or catch me in the beat A lot brothers want to catch me under sheets I got the looks filled with so many hearts, I'm a stone crook I got more numbers than a phone book You might have heard about my style See, got a nice silhouette Better yet, check the profile Me, I be getting busy from night 'til dawn I got it going on (Yeah, she got it going on) Yeah, you can't touch this I know that my name ain't Janet, but I'm called Poetic Justice Let me chill for a minute while I rest my throat Catch me sippin' on a root beer float (Ah) I'm coming off like the clothes on a ho or a hooker The cutie dip looker, a phone number booker I'm the greatest entertainer since Dougie Check the Source, I'm pulling hits like a druggie On the streets I'm the talk of the town, I get around Not hardcore, but I'm underground You know the name, 'cause the voice you recognize I'm the cutie with the Chinese Eyes Black to the Point is how I get Ripping up nuff hits Remember me, yo I'm the fly chick I get you heated, hotter than a sauna More guys sweat me than that freaky chick Madonna I'm the chick with a mic in her hand Sport a ponytail, with the complexion of a nice tan Gotta let the flavor pause as I take a break You can catch me at a later date