Welcome to the Looptroopland where I grew up man.
Don't dare to trespass you get chewed up and,
spit out on the floor. You gon' do what man?
Not a damn thing with your screwed up plans.
Welcome to the Looptroopland burning Ku Klux Klan.
Shine a light in the dark, time we move up man.
Touching hearts and heads like only true love can.
Ain't nothing sweet though, you don't want my crew god damn!
Welcome to a real live show where the stars shine bright.
You should be happy right now, we're servin' bars to bite.
See this is how we roll whether cars or bikes.
You gotta pump it real loud or you might cause a fight.
Because your people wanna hear this, their people wanna hear this,
and the police they fear this so of course they wanna hear this.
You're nowhere near this too slow to catch up,
been around the world twice before you asked whutup.
Wack as fuck you open your gap too much.
Shut up and let us bless the crowd with some real master cuts:
"What are the leaders afraid of?"
Looptroop crew I tell you straight up.
Got my weight up - fully loaded nutsack.
Backpacker hiphop knock you out your rucksack.
Say: Fuck that! If we a hard act to follow.
Fuck that! Cus we are all that and y'all know
…who's pickin' up the beautiful blondes, droppin' musical bombs,
while you bitchin' in your beauty salons.
You one minute fools - with two minute songs,
can't fuck with the troop - we got too many songs!
Chorus
Fuck y'all! We in here, ain't going nowhere.
Fuck y'all! We out there takin' care of binniz.
Take it to the streets if you feel like you can finish
off what you started. This beat is four minutes
of beef performed in it's purest form and it's
got kids all over the world supporting it.
Your label got you gassed up in hype now you caught in it.
We're at their office right now extorting it!
Your gimmick is now to sit down and shut it,
when I spit something with your chick on
