| Welcome to the Looptroopland, where I grew up man
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| Don’t dare to trespass, you get chewed up and
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| Spit out on the floor, you gon' do what man?
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| Not a damn thing with your screwed up plans
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| Welcome to the Looptroopland burning Ku Klux Klan
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| Shine a light in the dark, time we move up man
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| Touching hearts and heads like only true love can
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| Ain’t nothing sweet though, you don’t want my crew god damn
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| Welcome to a real live show where the stars shine bright
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| You should be happy right now, we’re servin' bars to bite
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| See this is how we roll, whether cars or bikes
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| You gotta pump it real loud or you might cause a fight
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| Because your people (wanna hear this), their people (wanna hear this)
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| And the police they fear this, so of course they (wanna hear this)
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| Yo, you’re nowhere near this, too slow to catch up
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| Been around the world twice before you asked «What up?»
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| Wack as fuck, you open your gap too much
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| Shut up and let us bless the crowd with some real master cuts
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| (What are the leaders afraid of?)
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| Looptroop crew, I tell you straight up
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| Got my weight up, fully loaded nutsack
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| Backpacker, hip-hop, knock you out your rucksack
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| Say «fuck that», if we a hard act to follow
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| «Fuck that», 'cause we are all that and y’all know
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| Who’s pickin' up the beautiful blondes, droppin' musical bombs
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| While you bitchin' in your beauty salons
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| You one minute fools with two minute songs
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| Can’t fuck with the troop, we got too many songs
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| Welcome to the Looptroopland, where we grew up man
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| Don’t dare to trespass, you get chewed up and
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| Spit out on the floor, you gonna do what man?
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| Not a damn thing with your screwed up plans
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| Welcome to the Looptroopland burning Ku Klux Klan
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| Shine a light in the dark, time we move up man
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| Touching hearts and heads like only true love can
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| Ain’t nothing sweet though, you don’t want my crew god damn
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| Fuck y’all, we in here, ain’t going nowhere
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| Fuck y’all, we out there takin' care of binniz
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| Take it to the streets if you feel like you can finish
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| Off what you started, this beat is four minutes
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| Of beef performed in it’s purest form and it’s
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| Got kids all over the world supporting it
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| Your label got you gassed up in hype, now you caught in it
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| We’re at their office right now, extorting it
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| Your gimmick is now to sit down and shut it
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| When I spit something rugged with your chick on my nuggets
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| Answer y’all with your mothers, I ain’t wastin' no time
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| You can beef with the boys, I got women to wine
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| But I ain’t spendin' a dime, I ain’t standin' in line
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| You the babblin' kind, while I’m handlin' mine
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| Yo, I spit it this time, ain’t no roadblock strong enough
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| You and your crew is fallin' off when we’re formin' up
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| Before you know it we out on the freeway
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| Windows down, burnin' 250 and we say
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| Welcome
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| Welcome to the Looptroopland, where we grew up man
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| Don’t dare to trespass, you get chewed up and
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| Spit out on the floor, you gon' do what man?
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| Not a damn thing with your screwed up plans
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| Welcome to the Looptroopland burning Ku Klux Klan
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| Shine a light in the dark, time we move up man
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| Touching hearts and heads like only true love can
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| Ain’t nothing sweet though, you don’t want my crew god damn
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| Welcome to where business is pleasure, and it’s business as usual
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| You bitches still hatin', well the feeling is mutual
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| Welcome to the land of possibilities, where anyone can meet cop hostility
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| No hospitality, no milk and honey
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| Ain’t no love in the land of filthy money
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| This is the land of two way communication
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| 'Cause you got the right to say no before they smash your face in
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| It’s a nice place to go for a vacation
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| They book your room with no view down at the station
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| This is the place where everything we say is true
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| And no matter what, the government is here for you and you
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| Welcome to a world of freedom fighters, where we don’t fight fair
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| 'Cause this is where they turn your dreams into your worst nightmares
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| And put a bullet in your belly if you act up kid
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| It’s a nice place to visit, but I wouldn’t wanna live
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| In the Looptroopland, where we grew up man
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| Don’t dare to trespass, you get chewed up and
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| Spit out on the floor, you gon' do what man?
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| Not a damn thing with your screwed up plans
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| Welcome to the Looptroopland burning Ku Klux Klan
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| Shine a light in the dark, time we move up man
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| Touching hearts and heads like only true love can
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| Ain’t nothing sweet though, you don’t want my crew god damn |