Looptroop Rockers, Chords , Timbuktu - Heads Day Off Text (lyrics)

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 veryvery 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 CosMIC, 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 hottestand 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 I I " 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 onit 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 copkeeping
The center locked come on man
I don't need another fence to hop
Stopbeing 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 itand 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 theshit