Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Let Your Mouth Write A Check That Your Ass Can't Cash, artist - Stetsasonic. Album song Blood, Sweat & No Tears, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.06.1991
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
Don't Let Your Mouth Write A Check That Your Ass Can't Cash |
Ah yeah |
Smooth dedications goin out to My man the E Double and the PMD |
Special dedications to DJ Scratch |
And the Albany Projects in Brooklyn, you know what I’m sayin? |
We gonna break it down a little somethin like this here |
1, 2, and don’t forget the Daddy |
O is for the only, chief is for relief |
People like to talk about the Hip-Hop Band |
Not that they get away with it, but they think they can |
Cuttin their eyes, and frownin at Wise |
And sayin Paul can’t cut — kiss my butt |
Don’t know Bobby, smirkin at D.B. |
Boy, stop jockin S-t-e-t |
Do what you feel, and if you feel real froggish |
Leap on this, so I can bust your lip |
Because Allah made man, but man made speech |
And speech is only talk, and talk is cheap |
Well, like a boxer, we got the groove that sticks and moves |
Boom! |
another k.o., and now a major news |
No short cuts when it came down to this |
Some have wrote us off cause we continued to persist |
Without fail, our actions prevail |
Success breeds, and the legend unveils |
While many pop duty, the Band stood cooly |
Till our chance came, and we smashed them rudely |
Proved that the soft talk was all pink water |
Baked and fried em and threw em all a quarter |
Cause when you talk that talk, and your talk is kinda cheap |
You reap what you sow, and you sow what you reap |
(Action speaks louder than words) (2x) |
Aiyo, the situation seems very peculiar |
Like the Jungle Brothers said: I’m gonna do ya But I’m not gonna do ya like a guy does a girl |
When I do you, I’m gonna crash your world |
Lights out, with the click of a switch you’re cut off |
You can’t handle, so you break north |
Then I said it before, and I’ma say it again |
I’m the Daddy, O is for the wars I win, friend |
Speaking of a war, yo, I get excited |
The taste of victory, man, keeps me ignited |
And like a bolt of light that shoots across the darkness |
I’m flippin MC’s out by my pin-point sharpness |
Punishment is due them, I whip em very thorough |
I’m servin up the hype like there ain’t no tomorrow |
The a-c-t-i-o-n means get the job done |
MC Delite, now grab hold to my wisdom |
(Action speaks louder than words) (4x) |
Sittin in the park out in East New York |
Soak in the sun, watchin the girlies walk |
By, some say Hi, and some say Hello |
And some say, How you’re doin, Daddy-O? |
I say, Alright, but the beef I got |
Is how the faggot MC’s try to cop my spot |
Cause it’s cool to occupy your own |
But if you come for mine, I’m gonna crash your dome |
See, I don’t really always wanna be the aggressor |
But my respect for MC’s continues gettin lesser |
And just like my mother used to say in the past |
Don’t let your mouth write a check that your ass can’t cash |
So just imagine all the flack that you’ll be catchin |
When you’re pop that weak, boy, yo, I be bashin |
Rip all your bull, to show that we’re winnin |
By blood, sweat, no tears, we’re provin, not pretendin |
We daze and amaze till foes are left confused |
Like some men treat their women, they get whipped and abused |
Cause Stet is rolling strong, so what the hell goes on Try to gank this, your ass is gettin bombed |
Cause action overspeaks above any plight |
Peace, sincerely yours from MC Delite |
(Action speaks louder than words) (4x) |