Hot This Year-Kid Capri

Hot This Year

歌手:Kid Capri

时间:1998-11-17

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Yo capri yo this is diamond um

Check it out um I moved the session to next Wednesday

At twelve noon plug me in at dd you'll be outta there by one o'clock

Aiight

Call me back and umm give me confirmation

I'm ageless pageless only want me for that thing

Hang up the phone wants to let it ring

Wit my gold chain

Nothing as the hangin' rope

Who want to stay in court plus knowin' the fact that I'm smokey

Bust you in the back and play the low key

Trustin' in the fact that where I go

Nobody knows me

Maybe then I'll go to where the weather is more suited to my taste

And you got

Uprooted in the first place

I got the 'chelle fire

'Cause I get deeper than mya

Stay on shorties domes like them beauty parlor dryers

Want some verbal spit from the semi auto lip

Your whole body get hit

Then you start dancin' and

And I'm the

Overweight afro diesiaic

I only lick two and pass if your trees be black

I leave the

Promoters screamin' won't you please be back

Detonating

Till bell bottom lee's come back

So brand nu's

You can make it hot this year

And diamond d

You can make it hot this year

So brand nu's

You can make it hot this year

And diamond d

You're rollin' wit the kid capri

Brand nu's you can make it hot this year

And diamond d

We all can make it hot this year

Brand nu's

You can make it hot this year

And diamond d

You're rollin' wit the kid capri

Aight

Now here's to y'all all and my new bronx address

I'm out wit the old *s**t*

Got a brand new mattress

Don't want no girl wit no flat chest

How 'bout the one wit the

Pack less

I tickle you laugh

But I just got the math

Over on park ave

Off the concourse on

She took two and

She could do it

My whole crew got anger's wit them

Similar to travellin'

Salesman hittin' things from women

Or whatever

Allah uhakbar

Lord jamar spit in devil's face like roberto alomar

Choke a phillie l like latrell sprewell

Straight from the rochelle where the g o d's dwell

I hope you didn't think that we fell

We drink from the well

And it never runs dry

So we never gon die

We multiply wit mathematics

Women's call us charismatic

Smoke the aromatic

Too much

Guess it's a habit

Here me dog

'Cause a n***a ain't the run of the mill

Blow up your body at will

Like a chick on the pill

I make it hot to death

Swing it from right to left

'Cause I talk so much s**t I can taste it on my breath

I got the head knock

Keep rhyme flows under padlock

Like comstock

Wit more shoes than a foot locker

And it don't stop

Diamond d and brand nu

Baggin more chickens than that n***a frank purdue

No more domestication

On some over seas s**t

Beat a n***a a*s till he says please quit

While you home alone marinatin' on cheese sticks

I'm in the back of the 'burban wit some chinese chicks

Lookin' at a map

One chick on my lap

Tellin' me how she was born in the year of the rap

But by the time we reach the house

There's no waitin' in fact

All you see is ankles

Yeah what

From the front to the back

Big shouts to my peoples all over uptown

Big shouts to my peoples all over the world

Brand nubian

Big shouts to diamond d

Big shouts to diggin in the crates

It's the kid capri

And we puttin' it down like that

Straight hip hop

Straight to your mouth

Word up

I'm outta here

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