Styles Crew Flows Beats
Peanut Butter Wolf Lyrics

Loot Pack in the place for the 1998 to the year 2000
Loot Pack will be present from 1998 up until 2000.

You, ya' crew and we, we're forced to break you down 'til ya eyes can see 'Til the day comes when you feel that sonic drum Ya' dogs can't speak, 'cause the cat got yo' tongue [Repeat]
We will break down you and your crew until you understand, to the sound of the drum. You won't be able to respond, speechless.

LP, whats up you cerebellum anti-hemerick Tell 'em wait, You're not gonna see me kick 30 freestyle lines And watch ya' ass regenerate Lines I rejuvenate, jack elevates Levels so thick, So ya can't even tell ya' fate When my freestyle rhymes starts to recelebrate I'll step back in the b-boy stance Style will stop innovate 75% of signed niggas can't participate Wait for the right time to rain on niggas, come and precipitate Damn, I hate two-faced brothers always agitate First thought, put ya' head on the mantle And watch it decapitate I rhyme early, like Lavern and Shirley Ya' rapulate, sport a 'L' on my chest Can ya' elegantness rapulate, jack infiltrates On all you wack niggas who manipulate Brothers irritate, watch a likwit emcee step up and irrigate Still I wait for the right time, when Wild Child's feelin' great Hungry, 'cause I got the munchies, and my rhyme style still ain't ate L's in the airs, sisters yellin' Loot to the Pack Closin' up and illin' and searchin' brothers right to the back Before my rap attacks, ya' wack style sends you back And all ya' hear from the crowd is "We wanna' hear Cracker Jack!" I kick a freestyle, brother's know I don't come wack Ya' already clappin' that, a dope-ass manitrack Matter of fact, Wild Child known to pick up the slack Known to pick up a wack emcee straight by the neck Ask him why he rap Cuz i might tightly strap you in a seat to win a trip to the Boomback
I'm Wild Child, and I'm not just going to freestyle for the sake of it. My lines will rejuvenate and elevate the rap level. Only 25% of signed artists can keep up. I wait for the perfect opportunity to rain on weak rappers. I hate fake friends who agitate, and I'm ready to rap when Wild Child is in the zone. Even though I'm hungry for recognition, I will not sell out to be popular. Loot Pack is a team of highly skilled rappers who will take on any challenge and come out on top.

Style, if it wasn't for the style, It would be hard for me to show my culture profile
Style is a crucial aspect of my identity and culture, and without it, it would be hard to represent my background.

What about the crew? If it wasn't for the crew, It would be, only lonely me, payin' dues
My crew is an essential part of my journey in rap, and without them, I would have to struggle alone.

Don't forget the flow, if it wasn't for the flow Possibly, how could I suppose I could rock the shows
The flow is integral to my ability to perform and engage an audience, and without it, my success would be uncertain.

What about the beats? The beats..........
The beats are another critical element of rap music, and their quality can impact the overall success of the song and the rapper.

It's Mad Lib, he's back kid, watch out DJ Romes, Peanut Butter Wolf From this Stones Throw era Yo' we bringin' it, West Coast How we do? Mad Lib
This is Mad Lib's song, and he is accompanied by DJ Romes and Peanut Butter Wolf from the Stones Throw era. We're bringing it on the West Coast, and it's all thanks to Mad Lib's skills.

We drop shit like some architects Spark and get, lit to make some underground hits Mad Lib, the bad kid, we drop original Precise, conceptual, house of wood, innovation nine thousand We keepin' business like Eric in perish Have you hype like '89 like we buggin' on terrace Sometimes on the low-pro, styles like the no show I'm comin' from the 'O', What we do?
Our music is like architecture; we create something that lasts. We make music that gets people excited and creates underground hits. Mad Lib is a bad kid, and he's always original, precise, and conceptual. Our innovation is unmatched. We're like Eric, always in business, and we have the same hype as we did back in 1989. Our style is low key but always present. We come from the 'O', and we're always ready to create something new.

The Quas, representin' Quasimoto Peanut Butter's on the drum set I grab the mic to run rec I'll have you hype like illegal gun sets Plus the Beat Conductor got my back Attack, whenever, whoever You wanna test me? Behold and don't cry The bad character you see up on the screen We keep it clean, like a diamond ring Or dirty like a one-night fling
I'm Quasimoto, representing myself, Peanut Butter is on drums, and I take the mic. I'll have people hyped like illegal guns. The Beat Conductor is my backup, and we're always ready for a fight. You can try to test me, but you won't succeed. I'm the bad character on the screen, but we keep it clean like a diamond or dirty like a one-night stand.

[Quas and Lib] You gots to let us do our thing We droppin' loops with static cling While we steppin' on the scene It's the Loot digga' Man, it's the Loot digga' My nigga Yo', it's the Loot digga' The Quas and the Pack and it's peace like Greece For fried chicken (two million) or for Astro black sticken' Niggas talkin' shit? Yo' watch the plot thicken I'll leave y'all suckas wit yo' auditory sicken (The game's on you) Like Wild Man fisher If it's trouble in the West We'll bring back the juice with Bishop I'll smack yo' bitch up, like a pimp And it's low-high, And your whole zoo could get revved up, and that's no lie Quasimoto and the Pack, we keep it raw like sex, Mic check on the sex
We're Loot digga', and we're dropping loops while stepping on the scene. We're here for fried chicken or Astro black. If anyone talks smack, we'll make them feel sick. Like Wild Man Fisher, we're not afraid to bring the juice to shake things up. If your whole group is causing trouble, we'll knock them out like a pimp. Quasimoto and the Pack keep it raw and real, and it's time for a mic check.