Lyrics Stetsasonic

Stetsasonic

Stet Troop '88!

STET

TROOP

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'88

'88

I buy my clothes at the Gap, I really know how to rap

I like root beer on tap and I'm a shorty strapped

And like Run once said I'm proud to be black

And if I sat on a bus, it wouldn't be in the back

And I reside in the East and all the Gods say peace

And every since I started rappin' I've been Ebony Chief

And if I took the Pepsi Challenge, I'd choose Dr. Brown

Yo Wise, let me hear that Stet Troop sound

Some people call me Kareem, at work they call me Glen

I was on tour last year, this year I'll do it again

And though I'm not a politician I know all my rights

I had a fight with a cop just last night

Address my girl 'my dear', been shootin' guns for years

And I never been a sucker givin' in to my peers

The Stet says a rhyme, I'm always on time

Wait a minute - let me think of my next line

Ehm

Ehm

Ehm

Okay

I eat at BBQ, meat-eatin' days are through

I like it in Lake Charles, I like Miami too

When I was in San Diego had to visit the zoo

And I don't like used cars, so I'ma buy one new

I'm readin' Stephen King, Joan Collins ain't my thing

Whenever I got beef, I give a ring

I cool with Walter and Lumumba in an Aero Star

Yo Wise, a little bit of that human guitar

Thank you

And in karate class love when it's time to spar

I tape the daytime soaps on a VCR

I drink low-fat milk to give my tummy a rest

I use ??? in the shower cause I don't like ???

I eat my ice creams slow, call Puerto-Ricans bro

And when I had a yoyo, I had the one that glowed

I used to make go-karts, now rappin' is my art

Scott La Rock still lives inside my heart

Now I'm a lover of hats, I make money in stracks

Love to watch The Box, music video tracks

Always stayed in school, my mother raised no fool

And if I broke any rules, then my pops got rude

Call me MC Delite a/k/a Shaheed

Here to teach and lead by my rhymin' spree

Make the crowd yell 'ho' when I go solo

Yo Wise, give me a taste of what you gave Daddy-O

I love to cool and relax with a girl that's real

She will chill at my place and I will cook the meal

I've been so many places and saw many faces

One city I remember was the city of Vegas

Other night never quits, prostitution's legit

And the crowd only cheered at the end of a skit

Oh, one other fact, I lost 300 smack

But soon I got the bets and I won it all back

All my sneakers are gold, on the mic I'm bold

Don't play me like I'm a kid, I'm 24 years old

I like to fly in a plane, call a woman a dame

Like the Empire State it's recognition I gain

Stet Troop and a beat, the world of Stet is complete

A lotta records are weak, but this one is unique

Like they were just grapes, crushin' suckers we hate

Yo Wise, come in on time, but not too late

On weekdays I build, the weekends I chill

And the closer you listen, you detect the skill

Then you think in your head about the lyric I said

You kick beats in the bed, I be creatin' instead

People booge in crowds, we can boogie alone

Though the music is loud you're in a 3D zone

Stet appearance react like a deck that's stacked

And like Radio Shack we're all over the damn map

We like cordless mics, we ride ninja bikes

We don't sing heavy metal and we don't wear spikes

We're classified as a fam, we operate six man

And if you call us a group, you get a body slam

Fruitkwan tailors clothes, Delite waxes foes

And we both rock house with Daddy-O

Paul's on the Technics, Wise kicks the beats

And DBC is on the keys with the drum machine

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TROOP

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