Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Heads Day Off, artist - Looptroop Rockers. Date of issue: 31.03.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Heads Day Off |
| 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 |