Lyrics:
great-grandad was fighting in
The Matabele war
And here’s the song my great-grandmother sang to my grandpa
Daddy is a trooper
He’s many miles away
Go to sleep
spoon me loosely, we get groovy, she know how I give it up
Switch up the route, I troll like ah man, what's that that he got tucked
Ready my troopers like
"Come on boys, let's hit the road!"
We left L.A. on Sunday, in Lubbock by Tuesday
That?s where we played our second show
Where nobody knew us,
as I step up, my fuckin reps up, and snappin quicker
I'm slicker than a zipper, get more wet than Flipper
Got trunks and crates, full of P-Funk
the trooper's always stop
As we dine over the chrome and formica table top
The cashier she always squints
By the gum and the bowl of mints
She's tapping her
Other MC's, I want you to know
If you ever want to battle me, don't move slow
Come and get it cause I'm waitin and I got nowhere to go
Head to head,
Other MC's, I want you to know
If you ever want to battle me, don't move slow
Come and get it cause I'm waitin and I got nowhere to go
Head to head,
in your ear is something funky and clear
The hump was incredible yo but Ren he was super
But now I'm ruthless, a civilian and not a trooper
but
trooper disguise
Like having your pupil stomped by a storm trooper
Brutal demise, repeated pain like I'm loopin up cries
Boxing like romans an ancient
[Erick Sermon]
Knick knack patty whack give a dog a bone
Yo, don't give him nothing but a microphone
Don't stop, I'm not finished yet
You said
the opps pray then blast in their medulla
Ask who's gon' do ya?
Ask who's gon' do ya
Red and blue troopers
Trained art of shooters
Ask who's snow made summer
Trooper Gang
Check
Uh
These niggas on my side (yeah)
They my ride or dies (yeah)
These niggas on my side (yeah)
Them might take your life (yeah)
buy it
And I got your hoe driving cause your hoe licenses
Cruise control lane assist so the trooper can't flick it
Sound like I'm sharpening a pencil
amazing
This is the end of my waste lands
100 shots when I'm chasing
100 more gs for the waste man
I don't want bleed when I'm taking
I don't wanna see no
the proof is back just go through my rap
New York New York yeah where my troopers at
Where my hustlers where my boosters at
I don't care what you do for
the proof is back just go through my rap
New York New York yeah where my troopers at
Where my hustlers where my boosters at
I don't care what you do for
to be, too bourgeois to rock a jam raw
Understand what I'm sayin', they're down by law
They play the jams that are right, sometimes not polite
They
heat like d wade and I got aim like a screen name
Zk what I go by bitch look I'm so fly never seen this shit in your whole lives
I get neck like a bow
feet yes I been influenced
I got that A/C blowing while I'm counting this paper
Could turn a lesbian out shit if she owe me a favor
Pay my fee up by any
You kno when we slide you know we come in all black
And you kno when we ride if you see the troopers fall back
I'm chasing big boy dreams these
lucky, my God! Flight of Icarus in those grubby dirty by now horribly sticky little fingers and
hands and grubby palms, and oh what else is grubby, I don't
to East Greenwich through
Every state with a sentence
Frozen weight in the cooter
Ten plates to soup ya
1 2's we oughta cruise right
By the state troopers
I'm gettin' mine
I'm gettin' paid to play, to display phat joints
All you roaches sprayed with Raid, by this MC you can't fade
X-rayed ya escalade,
yo woman
All the broke ass playa haters be quiet (YEAH)
[Chorus]
I can tell that you can tell that I'm twisted
by the bulge in my pants so let's
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