| Causing a sensation across the nation
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| Loop-troop Rockers
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| It ain’t my fault that your girl got caught
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| Tim-buk-tu
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| Making people feel soooooo goooooood
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| Chords
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| I spit it on tour, sick to the core, promoters take me to court
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| Fuck your thought, Västerås up in this taking no shorts
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| You know the boss is yours truly of course
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| Big tune, pull it up, wheel it back, tune it once more
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| Promoe the mad rapper slash, show me the cash, or your ass
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| Put in a black plastic bag, picture then imagine that
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| Man I’m exquisite when I visit your shiznit
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| Looptroop drug business, illicit, man listen
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| I’m fixing your missus some physical fitness
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| To the competition of R. Kelly, pissing on bitches
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| No I don’t compete, I’ll come preach at your funeral service
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| Where your girl sings like you never heard it, she sings:
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| You make me feel so good (I want some more)
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| You make me feel so good (With the things you do)
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| I never knew that I could (I never knew)
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| Ever feel so good
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| Now what you want, check us out, think again, yo we out
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| Before you know, on the road, to the next fucking show
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| Yo, that’s how we go, how the troop likes to roll
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| Steal everything from the grocery store
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| So, what you fools going to do to us?
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| Nothin', cos I know that your whole crew sucks
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| And I every time that we rock it on the stage, we amaze
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| So you hate, but it’s cool, cos the troop take the blame
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| Yo, anyway, anyhow, we a threat to your town
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| Let’s go, pass the fuel, burn it down
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| But nuff of that, it’s time for some love
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| Because this next one here is straight to my girl
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| You make me feel so good (So good)
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| Yo I cut straight to the chase, say it straight to your face
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| Problem? |
| It ain’t mine, see I make no mistakes
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| And whats the point in making you wait
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| I’ll skip the first four bars and break you with eight
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| You think I like rap? |
| Shit I’m dying to quit
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| Retire and sit back firing spliffs
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| Laid back, recline in your crib
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| Chilling just sipping wine with your bitch
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| Chief red-eye get mine in your fridge
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| Chilling out back, spending time with your kids
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| Look at me man I’m the obvious choice
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| That’s why little miss you’s at the top of her voice, singing
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| You make me feel so good (Yeah baby right there)
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| You make me feel so good (God damn hot)
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| I never knew that I could
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| Ever feel so good
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| Yo lady just listen, I need your assistance
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| I gotta keep distance, believe me I’m trying
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| But any time we kick it, every time I’m tripping
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| Falling in love, slipping into your smile (darling)
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| I can’t forget how we laughed, how we sexed
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| But he ain’t ready yet so don’t tell him, I’ll break the news
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| Got to accept that he’s losing respect, and they need to get checked
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| So my crew gon' shake them fools
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| Business is booming while their shit is ruined
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| Crowds straight up booing, still claiming he king
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| So we need to address it, spit something impressive
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| Teach him a lesson. |
| I love when you sing to me
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| You make me feel so good (So good)
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| The rubbish people talking it’s filling my ears up
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| With shit I don’t hear hope the airways will clear up
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| And clean up my castle, with no bleedin' hassle
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| Catch me kicking my feet up and peeling apples
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| The whole ball of wax as your falling backwards
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| Tumbling backwards to deep holes of blackness
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| That’s just the way the wind blows
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| We snacking on rappers like cinnamon rolls
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| And the Looptroop and Timbuk' and Chords rockathon
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| So grab your genitals and bop along
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| A tour of the land’s a punani buffet
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| Every show every day you hear all them girls say
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| You make me feel so good (I'm on cham-p)
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| You make me feel so good (Come home with me)
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| I never knew that I could (And maybe we)
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| Ever feel so good (Could get nasty) |