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