Heads Day Off - Looptroop Rockers, Timbuktu, Chords

Well uh, Wigbert

It looks like two thousand and two is going to be the official summer of love

Whataya have to say about that

Hey I agree with you Flip there on that one

I think that we could have some very… very interesting results tonight

Especially with these guys over here.

You see on the fence over there…

…the guy with the big hair

Ah!

Weren’t those they guys that did the official song of summer

Also Cos.M.I.C, Supreme, Timbuktu and Chords

Yeah…

They back, lay back and hit the playback

I’m telling cops to stay back and rappers to stay whack 'cause.

As long as you suck, we got something to write about

Promoe and Looptroop.

Now what the fucks the fight about?

Sun is shining and the weather is sweet, but

When son is rhyming yo you better retreat, 'cause

The beat is ill but it sound better with me

And to me, in the world, ain’t nothing better than «P»

The hottest… and modest at that, lie smooth with

Nothing to prove, why even bother with rap

It’s a mystery to some, but I stick to be the one

Words sticking to my guns, word kick it to my son, yo

We outside just eating the sun

Getting the tan done, sipping the cheapest ones and

If the cops come, only the weakest run

Fuck that!

We stay right here, letting the cheeba burn, yo

Yeah Zaya, put up your hands higher

Hook up the guitar, let’s vibe at the campfire

Just let it burn all night for sure, yo

Come on B and let 'em know how it goes, it goes

This one is for the women, this one is for the music

This one is for the winners, this one is for the losers

This one is for the sinners and all the drug abusers

This one is for the children, this one is for the future

Looptroop and Timbuk, those guys’ll bury you fast

I’m just the cherry on top to make your stereo crash

Here to please the pretty ladies and the daredevil fans

Yo, quick jump off the stage and don’t care if they land

Face down on the ground all battered and bruised

We’re bad news to crews cause we are fatter than you, yo

You lose of course when Chords and Timbuktu and uh.

Troop is done and completely through with you, fool

I do a triple back flip with a spin then dive in

Splash the girls doing that synchronized swim

Sipping boat drinks in the pool like Eddie in «Beverly II»

You call me all day, but you never get through

Chords came in door with a bottle of rum

And the Troop is on the lawn kickin back in the sun

Pool party, barbeque, yo it’s the heads day off

Event of the year, bigger than NFL playoffs

The chicks are playing volleyball, the speakers pumping Shalamar

I know it’s back to work tomorrow, but I’ll just pop a Tylenol

So tie one on.

it doesn’t get any better

Just me and the bruddahs, making this some shit to remember

This one is for the women, this one is for the music

This one is for the winners, this one is for the losers

This one is for the sinners and all the drug abusers

This one is for the children, this one is for the future

This one is for the living, this one is for the dead

This one is for the singers and players of instruments

This one is for the giving and those that use their heads

This one is for the dreaming and those that lose your heads

Shit I know you heard it before, saw Chords swerve through the door

In the button down shirt with the purple velour

Shoulders like Atlas man, body like Dionysus

Rolling down the Ave. Ficky-fuck a drivers license

And fuck a rental cop… keeping the center locked

Come on man, I don’t need another fence to hop

Stop… being a spoke in the wheel

And stop cock blocking Chords 'cause he smoking the weed

Let me turn off the phone for a minute, just zone for a minute

Put down the blinds, stay home, Keep it split it

(Flip it) I did it.

You wit it.

(I'll hit it)

…but that’s hot, now let me kill it.

and real it

How come they be yapping man, we laughing on our way to the bank

They spray blanks while we slacking in the night

Lying to hype mama, go for the right rhyme I

Chill in the sauna 'til I call, it’s an honor ta…

Make your acquaintance.

I know a place and it’s vacant

We slide straight to the basement, just lacing this beat first

We thirst for you girls making breakfast in our t-shirts

So let them suckers stare, I know it hurts

It’s the Troop and the rest of them

Timbuk, Chords, getting blessed again

So don’t stress us

And haters move over

Said it’s the Troop and the rest of them

Timbuk, Chords, stay the best of friends

So don’t stress us

But they can move closer

Said it’s the Troop and the rest of them

Timbuk, Chords, getting blessed again

So don’t stress us

And haters move over

Said it’s the Troop and the rest of them

Timbuk, Chords, stay the best of friends

So don’t stress us

But baby move closer

Said it’s the… shit