Don't Hate the Player

Now, what you want? Hot shit to the death How do you like this sound? Exactly what I meant Looptroop is hotness for Babylon intruders Gun salute shooters and everyday music consumers You can't bruise us, better chew that paper Talk shit, we a go slew the perpetrators We heard you hate us, we hurt you fakers It takes more than your jealous ass to break us This shit is pumpin' wrecking your sound detector After twenty records still top choice for selectors In every sector all over the tour We bring an all out war on all of your laws We go all out raw all over your domain The whole world know these four, who knows your name? We leavin' stains on your parliaments Then go to the next sold out show, who want arguments? Don't hate the player, don't hate the game Hate the troop man we take all blame That you got no money, you got no fame That you got no honeys, you got no name Don't hate the player, don't hate the game Hate the troop man we take all blame That you got no money, you got no fame That you got no honeys, you got no name Lace up your sneakers, show off with your speakers Now, raise up your glass, make sure it's twelve centilitres Blao, salute the dj when the crowd's off the meters Aaoh, let's make it hot, tank tops and wife beaters Yo, go tell your women I'm an asshole, I don't care No, I don't get lucky, that's skill, life's unfair Wow, I know it hurts to see the girls, see the gear So, you gotta let it out on somebody in here True, I understand, I make you look bad in your hometown Fool, but I'm a leave tomorrow, you'll get back that torn crown Cool, swallow your pride, get up here, gimme a false pound Boo, tough on your ego, but it's rough to be small time Ok, two can play that game, I'll shake your hand and smile, fuck it Say, nothing man, I'm working in my high so cut it Hey, I know the best thing we could do is stay above it Ha ha, you must hate the troop as much as I love it! Don't hate the player, don't hate the game Hate the troop man we take all blame That you got no money, you got no fame That you got no honeys, you got no name Don't hate the player, don't hate the game Hate the troop man we take all blame That you got no money, you got no fame That you got no honeys, you got no name Yo I'm bringin' the monstafunk your babymoms a pump The ladies' hearts a thump, your neighbours' cars a bump This shit till they cause a roadblock for four blocks You say call the riotsquad! I say poor cops! They don't know what they're in for They won't come prepared, they didn't get the right info ...mation, no bio, no presentation Well, here it is man - the proper education The lowdown on the whole sound Hope you're good at taking notes cus I won't slow down, check it Looptroop is the textbook example You can't fuck with beats, texts, hooks and samples A classic before it even hits the plastic But can they do it again? No need to ask it You know we bring it from the heart every time You know you need to press start then rewind Or you might miss a vital part of the rhyme Cus that's just the type of thought we design So Looptroop is still hated by everyone Cus Looptroop is still better than anyone... what!? Don't hate the player, don't hate the game Hate the troop man we take all blame That you got no money, you got no fame That you got no honeys, you got no name Don't hate the player, don't hate the game Hate the troop man we take all blame That you got no money, you got no fame That you got no honeys, you got no name