Stoop CourtE
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Musical DNA
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- Tempo
- 70 BPM · 140 double-time
- Hook
- Comes in at 0:12
- Loudness
- -8.2 LUFS
- True peak
- -0.5 dBTP
The tick on the loudness bar is -14 LUFS, where most streaming services set playback. The hook is the part the song repeats most.
Lyrics
(all rise) (ha)
Stoop! (stoop!) Court in session! (session!)
Uncle Reg the judge and he don't take no questions
Stoop! (stoop!) State your case! (state it!)
Whoever start to yell first, that's the one that ain't gon' make it
Order! (order!) On the steps! (steps!)
Every beef on Quincy Street got settled 'fore it left.
Seven p.m., July, the hydrant got the block wet
Uncle Reg in a lawn chair, top step, that's the bench
Tank top, Kangol, toothpick, domino in his hand
Forty years at Transit, now he run the whole land
Case one: Little Dre say Malik stole his bike
Malik say he borrowed it. For nine days. Aight.
Reg say "bring the bike." Bike come. Reg look at the chain.
"You oiled it?" Malik nod. "Then the boy gets it back maintained.
Dre, say thank you. Malik, two weeks, you take his trash out."
Gavel is a domino. Slam. Next case. Cash out.
Stoop! (stoop!) Court in session! (session!)
Uncle Reg the judge and he don't take no questions
Stoop! (stoop!) State your case! (state it!)
Whoever start to yell first, that's the one that ain't gon' make it
Summer I was seventeen the case was mine, and it was real
Dude from Gates had words with me, and I had went and got the steel
Walked past the stoop with my hoodie up in ninety-one degrees
Reg ain't even look up. Said "Solomon. Sit. Please."
I sat. He played a whole game. Ain't say nothin'. Forty minutes.
Then he said "what's his name?" I told him. "And what happen when you finish?"
I ain't have a answer. He said "right. So here's the rulin'.
You gon' go inside and give your mother what you foolin'
With. Then come back out. You on the grill." I did. I'm here.
Dude from Gates? We cool now. Godfather to his kid. Swear.
All rise... (all rise)
Court is adjourned.
"Who got next? Rack 'em."
(STOOP!)
Stoop! (stoop!) Court in session! (session!)
Uncle Reg the judge and he don't take no questions
Stoop! (stoop!) State your case! (state it!)
Whoever start to yell first, that's the one that ain't gon' make it
Order! (order!) On the steps! (steps!)
Reg passed the chair to me last summer. I ain't sat in it yet.
About “Stoop Court”
- Artist
- SOLOMON BLACK
- Genre
- East Coast Rap
- Released
- Sep 21, 2026
- Length
- 2:31
- Content
- Explicit
Born storyteller from Bed-Stuy. Paints pictures so vivid you smell the block. Every verse is a short film. The heir to East Coast lyricism when everyone else forgot how to rap.
