Letras:
Loop Bill

Jacob's wit the Fruit Loop jewels Holdin a navy blue uzi Krush Groovin waves off the atlas Coolin, that's how we make movies Basketball gun brawlers, bounce Black down 'bill

one target, and one shot With one second to pray, that's all that Bun got I'm slightly off-kilter, somewhat tuned out And loony-toony, I'm looped up and

: [Kool Keith] Well I'm sonically, high bionically for you dummies, ironically stupid What are you, Cupid? You steal my rhymes, and then you loop it

I'd rather live a life of lies and fantasy Than face the truth and realize you're leaving me You built me up so high, my heart can't stand to fall And

You say you're sorry once again dear You want me to take you back once more You say you need a helping hand dear But that's what you told me once before

was the shit, But dat were better den roofin dat shit be bad for ya skin. Niggas was ruthless, lord knows dat I sinned, But I thought about my future and the loops

got dem purples, got dem reds Lights gon' hit ya and make you woozie in ya head You can catch me in my two short drop, mouth got colors Like a fruit loop

Ray Leather on my Hoosiers Drag strips slits rare, the barracuda Them niggas ain't shit, jus muthafuckin' poo poo Sissy ass zero, muthafuccin' fruit loops

with the funky beats Even if you know that I'm a junkie for a bump that's funky And a fool for the loop, see, a groupie for the old one-twoiee A bass