This Is It, Y'All (Go Stetsa II) - Stetsasonic

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

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

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

(*laughs*)

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 us