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Stetsasonic
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Rock De La Stet
Lyricist:Bolton Glenn K, Hamilton Arnold E, Huston Paul E, Nemley Martin P, Leonard Roman, Shahid Wright
Well it's a party night, and it's time to begin Frukwan, Daddy-O, Delite, best friends The stage is set, the lights are on Stetsasonic M.C.'s wit our music song So get a grip y'all, y'all, y'all, y'all, y'all
Bein' ready to rock is our pride and joy We're not the imitation wer'e the real McCoy
It's the R O D to get intense Rappin' and rollin', while makin' a mix To ya ladies, I need your involvement For the keys I hold, one tough blueprint
That dictates zone, whenever I'm blown You sucka M.C.'s, that's all she wrote The Rhymearator, 'til we beauty ache Wil' the Mellow, Frukwan to tell it straight
Frukwan, I get 'quipped when I'm on my microphone Somethin' special keeps me rockin' on and on And each season, I get a little better And when they don't hear my voice, I get letters
'Cuz darken the beats is how I do grips Make ya rap roast start a boogie and shake I'm the M S K, the Double S A Now I bring on Daddy-O, huh, if I may
If there was a time, that I felt fine Then that is the time, I run my rhyme 'Cuz at that time my emotions are high My adrenaline's be, not telling a lie
But if a body penetrated by a spiritual force My character seems to stake a sector The thoughts in my mind, start to fluctuate 'Til it gets to the point, when I say, I'm straight And a little on hits, most perfect date Will get a dope, if he ever comes my way
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com For a little, why direct ya attention span To the man on the wheel, 'cuz he's in command Prince P A U L, all you stung This D.J.'s for ya attention
New, reknown, let the part without a start 'Cuz stay in my machete, is the way of my heart Con' sting ya, creator, prospered, innovator To get funky fresh, remain top rated
Being on time be the mastermind That's right, the R O D, is you out to death rhyme To conquer and prevail, exceed without fail And never let myself within a jail cell
For kickin' the mic, can't I do what I like If I wanna please the crowd, let me do it tonight And when I'm finished wit the end, I will do it again 'Cuz I could rock all night and I would have to depend
On the fake M.C.'s that wanna copy a piece Of my best selling rhymes of the century And I do wanna say, I won't be so amazed To see a bitin' M.C., quote my rhyme in a phrase
Now, when we came to a party, we don't mess around We immediately proceed to throw down Wit' the Rock De La Stet, the alleged, supreme As we dose through the place, we gon' let out steam
And it'll be like that, to the end of our ring And it won't be soon, by the way it seem Frukwan, Delite, Daddy-O, Wise Paul, Dreddy and the DBC
It's like that y'all, we not the wack y'all So stay back y'all, we on track y'all The Stet is troops y'all, the Stet are troops y'all New and improved y'all, 'cuz we so new y'all It's the Stetsa mix, y'all, use the Stetsa mix, y'all
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