Lyrics

[Intro] 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... [Verse 1] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 3] 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 [Verse 4] 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 [Chorus 2] 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 [Verse 5] 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 [Verse 6] 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 [Outro] 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