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    "Stet Troop '88!" Lyrics


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    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
    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 [Name] 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



    This song was submitted on August 15th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Arnold E. Hamilton, Glenn K. Bolton, Leonardo Roman, Martin P. Nemley, Paul Huston, Paul E. Huston, Shahid Wright.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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