Lyrics Heads Day Off - Looptroop Rockers, Timbuktu, Chords

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