Brace yourself for the awesome and rare The real, the right dynamite is in the atmosphere As there's a time and place for everything that's under the sun This is the time and the place that we have some fun Now take a see to check the pedigree of the band that's spelled S-T-E-T The rhymerator, Dee-Lite, the R-O-D And on the keys, my brother D-P-C Wise, Frukwan and my DJ Paul We puttin competition back, up against the back of the wall Me and the band that I just mention present to you a new invention
We-we-we-we regulate a Stets-a-flucture So def, a listen to the structure Formulate ya own, but please don't touch a Good lokkin out, we thank ya very much a Heed this style on the cartwheel nightcha Fight to the end, I bet we'll bust ya up And ya welcome to a force that creeps Slowly but surely, enough we'll defeat you, BREAK.....
Break: (*scratchin*)
Straight to the letter witta hip-hop band of America, London and even Japan And you surely will admit by bein a fan Nobody else does it like we can To battle us is truly a gamble Excellence is proven by example The ladies smile while the bodies are in shamble Back off Puba, this ya can't handle The rhythm homeboy is definitely ringin The beats and rhymes are the chords that are tinglin So grab your girl, let's start the jam For at the helm is a band who's in demand, BREAK.....
Break:
Go (x31)
Ch-ch-ch-champ wit the punch of a verbal grenade and a rhyme that's equipped as a barricade Cool and clever, crack I never Wit my crew I will never sever Brooklyn, New York is our home town That is the place we always go down And every night a party goes down And when it starts, it never slows down We boogie to the DJ's non-stop To the sound of the Brooklyn hip-hop And if you've ever seen Brooklyn rock (*scratchin of 'Brooklyn'*) rocks it non-stop, BREAK........
Break:
Go Brooklyn (x15)
Point blank, our deliverance is me but smooth Stands out like a winner at'cha favorite tune All tension is released upon the call of the beat As you rock along to a funky treat Like a torch, we're keepin you active Our rhythm will hold you captive We're perfecters of the poem we sing Mobbin in to the top with the style's that's addicting No doubt, about what we capture A-nother classical treasure So productive and effective Chuck it out as a jam that's spreading
It-it ain't nuttin like hip-hop music You like it cos you choose it Most DJ's won't refuse it A lotta sucker MC's misuse it Don't think that Stet can lose it Too much to gain to abuse it The name of the game is rapture This song is complete and captured, BREAK.....
[Intro] My beat forever 4 Ever My Beat, 4 Ever My Beat [echoes] 4-4-4-4-4 Ever My...
[Daddy-O] 4 Ever My Beat, this beat is mine forever The tembo is slow and the rhymes are clever Me trade this beat? No, I will never, huh It gets funky at switch of a lever Some beats are great, this beat is greater And some are straight, this one is straighter So get on the floor and forget ya stance And cruise to the beat that makes you dance
[Delite] 4 Ever My Beat, orchestrated as a treble I rate Havin' all that it takes, make no mistake Now we're the band wit the clan that rock every fan Hit the hoop, after school, fuck, hide the mail So get down, come on and bust a move Delite, Daddy-o and Fru' are out to rule As you some the fun, who are second to none So let's meet you, the beat of the drum 4 Ever My Beat-a
[Chorus] 4 Ever My My-My-My-My-My-My beat forever 4-4-4-4 Ever My [scratched up "beat"] My-My-My-My-My-My beat forever 4-4-4-4 Ever My My-My-My-My-My-My beat forever
[Frukwan] 4 Ever My Beat, kinda fittin' this beat won't happen Not even overnight cuz we be slappin' the beat Like a freak, for the rest of the week And if you front on stage, baby doll, we make sure it cease That you boogie to the sounds of the drums Stimulated by the sound of my voice, yea ya ready to cum Dum-du-dum, and all that crap Bring on any rhyme biter, got a T-Boy rap
[Daddy-O] 4 Ever My Beat, if allowed, I'd play it all year And if the front was cold, I'd play my beat in the rear And if the back had a crack, I use my beat like glue And in the can light beef, I use my beat as stu My beat is a gem, next to God and the Earth And all the earthly treasures couldn't measure it's worth My beats are Lamborghini, being turned as a car And I eat it like a Ritz eat crackers, ya'll My beat
[Delite] 4 Ever My Beat, for the record, the jam you selected That when we projected, erect it, perfected All the way live, yes we in full drive No jive when I abide, we have a ride Wit a Stet on the set, us you won't forget We're leavin' our marks, but cashin' T-Boy checks So reflect on the text, check out what's next And groove to the sound, that you is next
[Frukwan] 4 Ever My Beat, this fashion, beat got glitter The bottom of the ninth, it's the home-run hitter Never standin' still, it's the up and go getter Huh, you think I'm frontin' then try to get rid of this Beat, we'll demolish in a single day Strike faster than a magazine, ace/duece tray My beat is a death defying feat And every mom crack the shell, it's so hard to repeat My beat-a
[Daddy-O] 4 Ever My Beat, when it slides up and down the scale You would think my beats are graduate from Harvard or Yale Strappin' other beats five on his way to the top Havin' radio stations tune 'em up on the charts Rockin' tum-tums, snares and timbalee's too Playin' wit Batman, Snuffy and Winnie the Pooh I do, I catch flu, as my beats boogaluh And I never saw my beat drop a beat on the crew
[Delite] My beat for ever, wit this I stand As a maker of history, across the land All though it's true that I'm a babe in the music, then It's a fact on the wax I do cedrin My beats cut rhyme, makin' you unwind Prince Paul is droppin' needles, we right on time Wit not a trace of discrace, cuz his slick, waste And the bass orchestra all in ya face
[Frukwan] 4 Ever My Beat, sharp fimilatin', hot like fire In blood 'cated, for my peeps desire And provide expand to my very last breath For that, which is a matter of life and death Camouflage this beat and the'll never get learned Simmer dark from the beats you've heared Blow in other state, when our rhyme regulates It's yellow I oppose, so congragulate, 4 Ever My Beat-a
( Daddy-O ) Awaken my conscious to a jubilee Restore me with everlastin energy My rhyme does work when I put it to use Makes me glow when I'm walkin up and down the Deuce And when I'm shoppin on Delancey buyin brand new gear Girls always wanna whisper somethin in my ear At a show old ladies even waitin in line And it all takes place on the count of my rhyme
My rhyme Talkin 'bout my rhyme My rhyme
( Delite ) My rhyme is the force of sheer suspense The stroke of elegance and excellence The best and no less, seizing in your interest My rhyme is packed with the muscle and finesse Satisfaction guaranteed as I get ill Definitely approved that's a thrill to thrill My rhyme ??????? the escapade Or at least as a teacher from my trade Of my rhyme
( Fruitkwan ) My rhyme's wrapped in a fury of hate And dare a devil rhyme rebel my axe terminate Subduin and pulverizin suckers from afar Couldn't sling with the king, I'm a hazardous detour Break north, suckers, I'm intensively hard My rhyme is on point cause I stay on guard It might be quiet, but it's deliberated And when it rocks the mic, it stays motivated
( Daddy-O ) Sayin what I mean, meanin what I say Hooray, you toot and chant when my rhymes are played If I may, today, demonstrate my sway A display like the Grammies shoulda went to Sade My way, my occupation on the m-i-c The way I handle my rhyme, they call it mastery Quakin earth, crashin symbols, ringin bells over towns And you all wanna come hearin Daddy-O's rhyme Sucker MC's fear it, my fans all cheer it My rhyme's a category of personafied lyric Livin, it tastes, feels, hears and sees You may not believe it, but my rhyme breathes It only dresses in the freshest gear And it never wears words that I wore last year In the summer you may hear it in L.A. at a show Or at Miami gettin played at a radio show My rhyme
( Fruitkwan ) My rhyme is devious, but believe me it's One of a kind, you agree from the previous Rhymes that you're hearin is devastatin This rhyme made Tschernobyl stop generatin After effects of my rhyme gets bolder It move very swift just like a locomotive The rhymes I possess can surely produce To any size, big or small, and I can even reduce My rhyme
( Delite ) Sturdy as a bow, I'm sharp as a arrow A king among kings, a rhymin pharao Here to ignite, excite tonight I'm the daddy of swing, the Rhymorator Delite Rockin chapter after chapter and saga after saga Try to battle me, man, don't even bother I'm reapin and leapin to the highest bound Shake the walls of hell as I rock the town With my rhyme
[Chorus: All] We gonna rock to express, our methods to the catch The pitcher at hand here, but we too best You see the mark is a charge, the rappers are ours So rock from ya lumber, we came here to rock!
[All] Right about this time!
[Frukwan] We make ya shake and shiver The devastatin' rhymes we can deliver And ya sucka M.C.'s, to us ya a minus We dominate the charts cuz we are the world finest Kings, who sat and heard Doug E. Fresh And ya convicted to jail, now here's ya lesson Stetsasonic, a name you will never forget
[Daddy-O] But if you can't say it all!!!
[All] Just Say Stet!
[Daddy-O] Never were we meant to be ordinary The way we rap is unique and legendary Explicitally mapped, Stetsa, terrific Permit as a group or should I be specific Delite, Daddy-O and the D.B.C. Frukwan, and Paul and the Mix Machine And I won't fret, if you take it as a threat But if you can't say it all!!!
[All] Just Say Stet!
"Funky" - scratched up
[Delite] Now when I come wit it, wit style it prolific No friction to our diction, strictly scientific Before we leave, ya ladies will be pleased I will shock the house, before I enter at breeze Cuz Stetsa means loud, and Sonic means sound And this is the name that's gonna be around So let the name reflect and get it correct
[Daddy-O] But if you can't say it all!!!
[All] Just Say Stet!
(scratches)
[Delite] Procision on the mix is the kid named Prince The one beat king by the cut, he a vicks
[Frukwan] And slicker than slick, fresher than fresh Mix Machine Wise is sure to bless
[Daddy-O] And we're the M.C.'s, that hail from the East
[all] Wit the Stetsa-fly, rhyme, masterpiece So it's straight to the floor, get ya butts off the wall And rock wit Wise, and the one Prince Paul
(Wise beatboxing and Prince Paul scratching)
[Daddy-O] (all) And if you find Stetsasonic (hard to pronounce) Learn how to say it (and fix yo mouth) Cuz that's superstars (we earn respect) And go into our head (we won't let) Why don't you pay to get in (you won't be upset) And if it don't come (we won't fret) Stetsasonic a name you will never forget But if you can't stay it all (Just Say Stet!)
This one dedicated to the international Stet posse To the one called Shakalak (And Aasim) To the one called Lena To the one called Nyallah To the one called the Devastatin Beat Creator To the one called the Multiple Supreme, the master Fruitkwan To the one called the Rhymorator MC Delite To the Grand DJ Wizard Prince Paul The Human Mix Machine On the microphone I'm the Ebony Chief Daddy-O And it goes a little somethin like this
( *Wise starts beatboxing* )
( Daddy-O ) Well here's a little story with an added surprise About what took place with me and Wise Went walkin one morning with our new suits on Wise in his Adidas, me and my (Benetton) Coolin out drinkin stout, talkin 'bout the world When we were suddenly stopped by a beautiful girl She was gorgeous, she told us that her name was Faye She would like to get busy for the rest of the day "Well of course," we replied, "but whose date will you be?" She said, "(1) or (2), it makes no difference to me" Whoa, we was with it, had a freak, we could tell Dialed the first seven digits to the best hotel In town, rented a room and not a sec too soon Ordered delicious lunch, about half past noon After stuffin our face, well, Faye wanted a drink We ordered up the strongest drink that we could think After she got a little tipsy I gave Wise the look Cause we could (smell Faye's tunafish startin to cook) She started pantin, and breathin, and lickin her lips And then the next thing you know she was rubbin our hips Freakin Wise on the bed, freakin me in the corner I said, "Why Faye, why?" she said ("cause I wanna") Man, it went on for I don't know how long I thought that I knew strenght, but that girl was strong And how I knew her sexy lovin wouldn't steer me wrong? When she kissed me on the chest, she kissed me on the neck She kissed me on the cheek and sang this song She said: ( *starts to sing* ) "Higher than the highest mountain And deeper than the deepest sea That's how I will love you So darlin, endlessly.." Break it down, Wise She said: "If you think I'm (sexy)" Say little boy, reach out and (touch me) If you really need me Say little boy, reach out and tell me And gimme your lovin, gimme your lovin Don't forget about the all-night squeezin And don't forget about the huggin and teasin" - overall it was a good afternoon (Man, I hope that me and you get to see Faye soon) You know it, I got some more juice to release From Daddy-O (and Wise) - ( both ) Good night y'all - peace!
And it's the one and only Human Mix Machine Now Wise Do that roll that you created
(All) 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 ya'll, ya'll, ya'll, ya'll, y'all
(Daddy-O) Bein' ready to rock is our pride and joy We're not the imitation wer'e the real mccoy
(Delite) 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 Rhyme-a-rator, til we beauty ache Wil the Mellow Frukwan to tell it straight
(Frukwan) 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
(Daddy-O) 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
(quitar playing and scratching)
(Delite) For a little, why direct ya attention span
(Frukwan) To the man on the wheel, cuz he's in command
(Prince Paul) Prince P-A-U-L, all you stung
(all) This D.J.'s for ya at-ten-tion
(guitar playing and instrumentation)
(Delite) 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, excede without fail And never let myself within a jail cell
(Frukwan) 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
(Daddy-O) Nowwww! When we came to a party, we don't mess around We immedietly proceed to throw down Wit the Rock De La Stet, the alleget, 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
(Outro) It's like that ya'll We not the wack ya'll So stay back ya'll We on track ya'll The Stet is troops ya'll The Stet are troops ya'll New and improved ya'll Cuz we so new ya'll (Wise beatboxing) It's the Stetsa mix, ya'll Use the Stetsa mix, ya'll
Brace yourself for the awesome and rare The real, the right dynamite is in the atmosphere As there's a time and place for everything that's under the sun This is the time and the place that we have some fun Now take a see to check the pedigree of the band that's spelled S-T-E-T The rhymerator, Dee-Lite, the R-O-D And on the keys, my brother D-P-C Wise, Frukwan and my DJ Paul We puttin competition back, up against the back of the wall Me and the band that I just mention present to you a new invention
We-we-we-we regulate a Stets-a-flucture So def, a listen to the structure Formulate ya own, but please don't touch a Good lokkin out, we thank ya very much a Heed this style on the cartwheel nightcha Fight to the end, I bet we'll bust ya up And ya welcome to a force that creeps Slowly but surely, enough we'll defeat you, BREAK.....
Break: (*scratchin*)
Straight to the letter witta hip-hop band of America, London and even Japan And you surely will admit by bein a fan Nobody else does it like we can To battle us is truly a gamble Excellence is proven by example The ladies smile while the bodies are in shamble Back off Puba, this ya can't handle The rhythm homeboy is definitely ringin The beats and rhymes are the chords that are tinglin So grab your girl, let's start the jam For at the helm is a band who's in demand, BREAK.....
Break:
Go (x31)
Ch-ch-ch-champ wit the punch of a verbal grenade and a rhyme that's equipped as a barricade Cool and clever, crack I never Wit my crew I will never sever Brooklyn, New York is our home town That is the place we always go down And every night a party goes down And when it starts, it never slows down We boogie to the DJ's non-stop To the sound of the Brooklyn hip-hop And if you've ever seen Brooklyn rock (*scratchin of 'Brooklyn'*) rocks it non-stop, BREAK........
Break:
Go Brooklyn (x15)
Point blank, our deliverance is me but smooth Stands out like a winner at'cha favorite tune All tension is released upon the call of the beat As you rock along to a funky treat Like a torch, we're keepin you active Our rhythm will hold you captive We're perfecters of the poem we sing Mobbin in to the top with the style's that's addicting No doubt, about what we capture A-nother classical treasure So productive and effective Chuck it out as a jam that's spreading
It-it ain't nuttin like hip-hop music You like it cos you choose it Most DJ's won't refuse it A lotta sucker MC's misuse it Don't think that Stet can lose it Too much to gain to abuse it The name of the game is rapture This song is complete and captured, BREAK.....
( INTRO: Daddy-O ) And yes y'all You're about to bear witness To microphone fitness A true and livin feat To get you out your seat A poetical fare A glow with the glare A kick and a snare Built for your desire And now... The Stet is on fire
( Delite (REPEATED) ) ON FIRE!
( *Prince Paul scratching* )
( VERSE 1: Fruitkwan ) We're on fire, our style is the gangster rock That burns, and add a snap to the crews per rock Like starch gets hard, not firm as an arch A diagram that's designed for biters to march We're athletically inclined like a gymnast flip And rock 'n roll could never ever hip-hop like this It's to the beat y'all, as I go on and on Don't stop the wop until you (BREAK YOUR ARM!) We're on fire, raw, and we're God-conceived The electrifyin act of intensity Is mandatorily right the ??? coacts Better gather up your force or you might get waxed The trend is up to date, very sharp and chic Hah, suave and well breeded to reach its peak Beware of the Stet as the flame burns higher Long live forever the Stet, hah, cause we're on fire
( Delite (REPEATED) ) ON FIRE!
( *Prince Paul scratching* )
( VERSE 2: Delite ) Prepare for the heat for the Stet is on fire Born to be on as the fuel of your desire Thirsty like a blaze up the road to fame We're blessed with the gift to entertain So roll out respect as we walk in The Stet legacy is about to begin Young ladies, let me know am I doin okay? Am I sharp and on point to rock ya this way? MC Delite and I'm a mean rappin bomber A sentimental poetical charmer Way above par, earning high regards For the style I produced is (SUPER-CHARGED!) So let's go, come on and raise your hands high Grab yourself a partner, our time has arrived Defense layin firm for this empire Strong is the role of the Stet, and we're on fire
( Delite (REPEATED) ) ON FIRE!
( VERSE 3: Daddy-O ) We were born to be on Got strong and life-long Our element of song Could never steer you wrong We attack like a fleet And burn like the heat We win like a champ and the victory is sweet We drive like a drill We soothe like a pill We consume till we're filled Opposition is nill We speak to attain unattainable feats ...and I'm rockin to the beat Y'all and you don't quit As I rely solely upon my wit To help me say this rhyme 'fore I forget And rock much parties till skies are lit Cause it's a sure hit from my rhymin kit While other MC's takin a stand I sit And if a jam gets ill I'll deal with it Cause I'm as hot (HOT!) as hot (HOT!) could ever get And I'm not a nitwit when I throw a Stet fit (fit) I hear em yellin and yellin (DADDY-O IS LEGIT!) And I don't smoke crack cause I'm not with it (with it) The crew is crack-free and we'll admit it ('mit it) Stet's been stickin out a stake for style And on the mic we a-fi wicked and sometimes wild We are the ones that'll take you higher We're the band called Stet (my man) and we're on fire
( Delite (REPEATED) ) ON FIRE!
( *Prince Paul scratching* )
( VERSE 4: all ) We-we-we took a little time Wrote a little rhyme Spent a little money on some studio time Came up with a fresh little funky beat Added a scratch to make it all complete And now it's on wax, so we can relax And work a little harder on a little more tracks It might add up to a little more tax At the end of the year we claim it all back When we're coolin on the block we carry our big box Playin L.L.'s 'Rock the Bells' or Run's 'Rock Box' Wearin some high-top Cons or some Fila socks And the newest Benetton sweatshirt in stock We rent a Cadillac stretch and explore the town And if some fly girls pass we roll our windows down And say, "Hey fly girl, can we take you to the wire? We're the band called Stet - and we're on fire" We're ?flyer than chicks? and rollin our punches And when it comes to rhymes, we write em in bunches Put us at back, we went triple headers Try to get Stet, we'll just get Stetter And if you call us a crew we'll call you a liar We're the band called Stet (my man) and we're on fire
(Daddy-O) Well my name is Daddy-O, so Want you to know, what you want us to know When I'm around, I'm doggin' the show
(Delite) To pimp ya hand slips, I'm set to rip tits The Rhyme-a-rator, king and I'm runnin' the ship
(Frukwan) You niggas should leave, well who's that? "Frukwan!" I got style and physique, see Prince Paul, what, what, we know that you got guts Let 'em know what's up wit the scratch and cut
(Prince Paul scratches it up)
(Daddy-O) You got on and on and three steps ahead Hot butter on, say what, the cornbread Stet start troopin' wit the rhymes galore You do the patty duke, til you can't no more Play after dark, and search to come in You might bump heads wit some of ya friends And the D.J., he may blow ya mind D.J. Prince Paul, is one of a kind
(Delite) With a little pat, we smack and then shalat To a monk that hates, spit out the fact That the crew is not a threat to society But opportunity to make people feel hot beats So we deliver the fun, take her way down un' Make people gather round and shake their bun And we never leave a jam til the job is done And if you wanna fight that, we could go for some
(Frukwan) Right to left, you right, he's deaf Fly girls in the corner, you shootin' ya best So watch rock the show, so she says no Cuz she see the Prince Paul, cut sparks'll flow When these cuts are made, it go inside wit the fade After that's done, that's when we get paid It's Stet prefect, Prince Paul is direct And he cut's the old school and that's hi-tech
(instrumentation)
(Daddy-O) Dip-dip-dive, so-socialize I didn't teach to throw ya, threw some exercise We did the push-up, the sit-up, the jumping jacks And when we went through, we went around the tracks But when you smoke that crack, you run like a snail I didn't teach a poet that we goin' to fail But when the test came, you know we passed Cuz we the best M.C.'s in the whole gym class
(Frukwan) Up and down and all around Now bust the rhythm of the Stetsa sound Bring if you feel you wants to get snotty Take a good look at the size of the party It's six on the mix and Human Percus' D.B.C. on the keys and the three will discuss, us Cuz we're the must and the cuts we trust Grand Wizard Prince Paul is ya vitamin plus
(Delite) We go back and forth, and forth and back Wit the rhyme on time, we cuttin' on slack Wit the chance to advance, and hand yo dash Wit the rhythm that's flown from U.S. to France We got the D.B.C. to devastate the keys And the light skinned brother on the mix machine It's not a funk machine that cause a heart attack But the mighty Prince Paul on the old 8-track It's like that ya'll, as personality wins Frukwan, Delite, Daddy-O, best friends
(Outro) "You got the time - I got the time" "You got the feeling - I got the shit on right..." "Uh! Uh-Uh-Uh!" - scratched up
[Chorus: MC Delite] On fire, on fire, on fire On fire, on fire, on fire On fire, on fire, on fire
[Daddy-O] We were born to be on, got strong and life-long Our element of song, could never steer you wrong We attack like a fleet, and burn like the heat We win like a champ and the victory is sweet We drive like a drill, we soothe like a pill We consume till we're filled, opposition is nill We speak to attain unattainable feats, and I'm rockin to the beat Y'all and you don't quit, as I rely solely upon my wit To help me say this rhyme for I forget And rock much parties till skies are lit Cause it's a sure hit from my rhymin' kit While other MC's takin a stand I sit And if a jam gets ill I'll deal with it Cause I'm as hot as hot could ever get And I'm not a nitwit when I throw a Stet fit I hear em yellin and yellin (Daddy-O is legit) And I don't smoke crack cause I'm not with it The crew is crack-free and we'll admit it Stet's been stickin out a stake for style And on the mic we a-fi wicked and sometimes wild We are the ones that'll take you higher We're the band called Stet (my man) and we're on fire
(Daddy-O) I got a (girl named Sally) (Delite) And she don't score (Daddy-O) Or eat pork (Both) With a spoon or fork (Daddy-O) But I heard that
(Chorus) (Some people don't like the way The way Sally walk) (Ahem) (Some people don't like the way They way Sally walk) (Ahem) (1-2-3-4 Hit it!)
(Daddy-O) This story's funny I met this girl, and she had money In vast abundance Goo-goo gobs, I mean redundance Her eyes were hazel Her dress was suede, her voice was nasal I found her so fly But for the life of me, I didn't know why
(Chorus)
(Delite) Now here's what took place Recooed this jam, she rented the space Nice place to party But wouldn't you know, it turned out sorry It's so confusin' And sometimes I say it's amusin' The jam was okay 'Til Sally walked in, 'cause just like I say
(Chorus)
Bridge: (girl named Sally) (girl named Sally hit it) (girl named Sally) (girl named Sally) (1-2-3-4 Hit it!) (girl named Sally) (girl named Sally hit it) (girl named Sally) (girl named Sally) (1-2-3-4 Hit it!)
(Daddy-O) You know what? She don't live in Manhatten Bronx, Queens, or the island of Staten She's a Brooklyn swinga So fly, every Friday night I might ring her Telephone, yo D guess what (What?) She's all alone (So?) Stoned to the bone Her shape's full grown The kind of girl I'd love to own, ya see 'cause
(Chorus)
(Daddy-O) I'm still with Sally Paid and now we're both (feelin' Cali)
(Frukwan) I think I love her I know that I think highly of her
(Delite) Believe it or not I even thought of tying the knot
(All Three) She's opened my nose And I ignore the story that goes:
