| Song | Don't Let Your Mouth Write A Check That Your Ass Can't Cash |
| Artist | Stetsasonic |
| Album | Blood, Sweat & No Tears |
| 作词 : Bolton, Wright | |
| ( Daddy-O ) | |
| 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 | |
| ( Delite ) | |
| 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) | |
| ( Daddy-O ) | |
| 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 | |
| ( Delite ) | |
| 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) | |
| ( Daddy-O ) | |
| 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 | |
| ( Delite ) | |
| 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) |
| zuò cí : Bolton, Wright | |
| DaddyO | |
| 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 HipHop 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 Stet | |
| 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 | |
| Delite | |
| 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 | |
| DaddyO | |
| 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 | |
| Delite | |
| 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 pinpoint sharpness | |
| Punishment is due them, I whip em very thorough | |
| I' m servin up the hype like there ain' t no tomorrow | |
| The action means get the job done | |
| MC Delite, now grab hold to my wisdom | |
| Action speaks louder than words 4x | |
| DaddyO | |
| 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, DaddyO?" | |
| 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 | |
| Delite | |
| 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 |