Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stet Troop '88!, artist - Stetsasonic.
Date of issue: 14.06.1988
Song language: English
Stet Troop '88! |
STET |
TROOP |
(Prince Paul) |
(DBC) |
(Wise) |
(The Hip-Hop Band) |
(Fruitkwan) |
(Delite) |
(Daddy-O) |
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 |
Othe 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 |
(Stet Troop) |
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 |
STET |
TROOP |