(This is it, y'all)
[Run] (For you)
We-we-well, whaddaya know, we got a whole lot of fans
Not only in New York, but across the land
Playin record after record every night and day
Comin to every show everytime we play
Rhythm - blues - that's cool
Old school rap, Jack
But as a matter of fact is back
You can make us or break us
This-this-this is dedicated to the fans that declarate us
Yo, we on a steamroll rollin out much soul
So much soul, I think your woofers might blow
Back again to show ya, fly just like I told ya
Foes are crushed by the Stet rhyme roller
Them we could-them we couldn't exlude, they're on the top of our list
Any dedicated fan is our dearest wish
So-so-so for you our fans
Go-go for what you know
Feel the life of our flow
AND LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL!
Come on, break
(This is it, y'all)
(For you)
(It-it's-it's for my fans)
(Come on baby, let the good times roll)
(For you)
In Ohi-in Ohio I met a guy named Ben
He bragged to all the friends about the Stetsa trend
By dishin out matches we gave him at the hotel
Got caught by the cops because he sold em for wholesale
[Name] from Virginia gave this display
That 'Stetsasonic' to this day is still hard to say
But when we rapped and rolled, shook her out her shoes
She was certified down with the Stetsaloo
Now out in Oakland, California there's a guy named Dan
Wears a big top hat and he drives a van
When we were in his town he treated us kind
So we got him backstage before showtime
We-we-we-we rotate fans like reduced stocks
Based on sucess we're produced to rock
So for-so for you our fans
Go-go-go for what you know
Fee-fee-feel the life of the flow
AND LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL!
Come on, break
(This is it, y'all)
(For you)
(It's for my fans)
(Come on baby, let the good times roll)
(For you)
A who-a whole posse from Cleveland had this to say
Arguments for the Stet to go all the way
They took a poll for the final say
That the record 'Faye' was number one to play
In-in L.A. they got gangs called the Bloods and Crips
One gang waitin for the next to flip
But in L.A. we do it right
Cause our fans are Bloods and Crips alike
In-in Washington there's the White House
Before a Stet concert it gets quiet as a mouse
5 - 4 - 3 - 2 - 1
Lights out, Stet's out, damn, listen to the scream and the shout
We roll like tanks all the way to the bank
From the streets of Brooklyn to the streets of Burbank
So-so for you our fans
Go-go for what you know
Fee-feel the life of the flow
AND LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL!
Come on, break
(This is it, y'all)
(For you)
(It's for my fans)
Let the good times roll!
(For you)
Yo
I'd still say the best fans is in Miami
Ah nah, nah, nah
Brooklyn
Brooklyn
Brooklyn number one, man
Always, man
Always
It ain't even no stadium in Brooklyn
Yo, we can make stadiums
(Go Brooklyn)
Everywhere is Brooklyn
Everywhere
You can go to any college
You can go to any city
All you have to do is 'where you from?'
They'll tell you
Brooklyn!
Yeah
But yo, D
It's only one thing about Brooklyn though
What's up, man?
You can't fish in Prospect Park lake
Aw man
Why, I tell you what
What?
LET-LET-LET-LET-LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL!
break
(This is it, y'all)
This is for my fans
(This is it, y'all)
Dedicated to the ones that declarate up
