[kid]: we are willin to work your body
Now we are ready if you are ready
Soundcheck 1, 2 hear me loud and clear
Cause I got something that you need to hear
Kid capri and lost boyz need it loud and clear
Cause I got something that you need to hear
Verse one: lost boyz
Hey yo
I only hit you with the shit thats official
Why shouldnt I be an m.c thats my initial
Beside showing skills is really nothin new to me
And known top is what I want me and my crew to be
Soon to see how us official niggaz get down
Ask around kid it's on when we get down
The rap roads still doin rap shows
Brava counterfeit hit you wit the rap flows
Hot to def rockin till theres nothin left shit
Thats all you got thats the secret that you kept shit
You coulda saved it my whole teams faded
Youza fag and a flag you need to wave it
Yo, lay my laws hit the ball then score
Cause nigga scared he ain't pra pared for war
Its selby fan it's the gees kid capri
Me and my man na representive from the n.y.c
Chorus: kid capri
Soundcheck 1, 2 hear me loud and clear
Cause I got something that you need to hear
Kid capri and lost boyz need it loud and clear
Cause I got something that you need to hear 2x
Verse 2: lost boyz
Im on the block late night sounds coming outta cars
Headed to titti bars new york city stars
We in a spot where much cash flashin
Niggaz lookin for some action
I love this world wit a passion
Bridge: kid capri
Hey yo!
All the ladies in the house say yeeeeeaaaahhhhh
(then yeeeaahhhh said by the ladies) ya don't stop
All the fellas in the house say hooooooooooooo
(then hoooooooo said by the fellas) ya don't stop
Verse 3: lost boyz
Word up
You know me gotta shortie on my lap cousin
Hand me that I can take it to slap
Shortie rockin that ass cause she bouncin so fast
Got my drink comin up of my glass
Word, cell ringin jewlery swingin
More drinks to the table is what they bringin
Whose most rollin dice in the rear
Shorties scared but they ain't gettin nothin of that ye
I keep my eyes on them cats tryin to get me
Besides to eat I got my niggaz in here wit me
From outta town you know how I row
Hold it down if you said it we led off of rans
But since we rappin ima hit you wit the hot shit
That why not come through blow yo spot shit
Basicly lb bear kid capri young cats from the nyc
Do you feel me
Kid capri naming some cites
Bridge: lost boyz
Throw yo hands up if you game is tight yall
And if you down to do this here all night yall
Make ya hands swerve from left to right yall
I rolled an l all I need is a light y'all 2x
[Biz Markie]
Yo! Your moms so poor
she went in Kentucky Fried Chicken and licked everybody else's fingers
[Kid Capri]
Yo Biz man you know that ain't my style
[Biz Markie]
Tchk, yo man what IS your style Capri?
[Kid Capri]
You know my style..
Give me the mic, Lords of Funk is in full flight
I keep you goin and flowin, all day and night
So lets proceed with the sounds that you really need
The Kid is funky and my DJ got a lot of speed
Silver D and Money Mark, is blowin up
Don't think we won't be at a battle cause we're showin up
And if you ever try to diss you're gonna get stomped
I'm gonna make it plain and simple - there's no COMP!
Yeah I said it, so whatcha gonna do about it?
The Kid Capri is super dope, I just gotta shout it
The Lords of Funk will rock a party for a while
Now I can tell you that, but you know my style
You know my style..
Now my country 'tis of thee, let me tell you what it means to me
I really love it when them crowds scream for me
It gets me hyped, makes me wanna rock right
From tonight, all the way until tomorrow night
You know the flavor, so now, do me a favor
Please respond to the sounds Kid Capri gave ya
I worked hard, to do what I do for people
I'm not conceited, cause everybody is my equal
I had a problem, with suckers, that tried to diss
I overlooked 'em but they still wanted to persist
I had to blow up, and blow up on 'em very large
Cause chaos, and war, and sabotage
They made me mad, even though they didn't harm me
They stepped off when I went, and got my army
Money Mark, Silver D, and Troopa Love
Poppa Duke chillin with, the man above
You couldn't diss me, no matter, how much you paid
You made the record, but I'm the one that gets it played
Red Alert, he's blazin on my radio
And I'm the man, that's blazin in your auto
I go cameo, you think that youse a super hoe?
You get sprayed, and played like a afro
So go ahead Hobbes, I make fingers pop
And you could never, get what the Kid Capri got
Before I blow up, my man you better show up
Cause once I'm finished with you, you're gonna throw up
I get respect, I teach 'em, and then correct
You're out of order out of style like a mock neck
I'm gettin papers, while you suck Now or Laters
I wear a silk Guess denim, and alligators
So go ahead chump, I'm not the one son
I grab the mic and wax that booty like a shotgun
I'm not frontin, or fakin, or 'fessin to ya
I'm Kid Capri, so let that be a lesson to ya!
Punk, you know my style
Don't ever try to front kid, cause you know my style
On the down low, you know my style
Oh man there go my main man Spud Luva for the Troopa Love crew
He got it goin on
There go Shabar, she she got a little flavor right there
Money Mark, Silver D, Lords of Funk, Kool V in the house
Knahmsayin, pushin Kid Capri
My main man the brother (?) BIZZZZZZZZ Markie
My man Kool V in the house
That's my man Grand Daddy I.U.
Knahmsayin, Diamond Shell, Dapper Jay, they got it goin on
My main man the Chief Rockin Starchild
He in the house, he got it goin on
My man the world famous BUSSSSSSSY Bee
He kickin flavor, yknahmsayin?
Everybody doin this for the do
Puttin flavor where it's supposed to be
The Kid Capri is outta here like last year
And I'm gone, SEE YA!
Cause you know my style
You know my style.. uhh! C'mon.. woo!
Falls off into a party in the N.Y.C
Niggaz lookin' at me strange but they lovin' my chain
Bang bang, same thang, game came when I left 'em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the big homie
But I'm his royal slickness, ghetto weakness, come rick is
The one who expose cornball rappers with the quickness
Uhh, who bum from and who balls you hung from
Wouldn't give a fuck what part of the country you come from
Snoop dogg, I'm smooth and imperial
I wake up every morning to my lucky charms cereal
Times get drastic, yeah I'm a classic
Dogg pound gangsta chokin' off that boombastic
Now put my verse on the first one beat the herds come
So be careful 'cause my rap will make you eat your words son
Word to god, scratch I? Who the hardest to match
Bright rewrite your still garbage to patch
Haven't you heard? I'm loose, shook the feds like the juice
Snoop dogg is a hundred and twenty-first proof
Fool usea deuce-deuce of some genuine, draft
I'm genuine, like Vinny's whinin' all about cash
Cash, cash, so indeed
So you know I got the lighter for the hash, has it
Ever been a time when you didn't have a dime
And the only way to get it was to go and do a crime?
Many underclothes hangin' on the hoes
Since snoop, slick rick crushed anyone opposed
Lot of ladies, pop crystal, toast to all those
Like Kid Capri helpin' to unify both coasts
Many underclothes hangin' on the hoes
Since snoop, slick rick crushed anyone opposed
Lot of ladies, pop crystal, toast to all those
Like Kid Capri helpin' to unify both coasts
I'm shredding your temple, none, 'head of the emperor
Washed up, gang member better remember
I wipe my feet upon a rapper like a doormat
I hit 'em where they sit around actin' hardcore at
Thank God for the guardians, in light of this
Rappers always beg for me to show them who the mighty is
Gats gonna limp, snaps on a kid
That always wanna start rappin' boy they're not gonna win
And wanna dash at lethal or evil
Could a king bring style and class to black people?
Stick a whole log in and he buggin'
'Cause I represent self, with my man snoop dogg and them
I drop a pile of semen on 'em
Even in a yugo I could take they woman from 'em
I make the hardest chew the kewl of this
Kid Capri, know the part of peasant, who the ruler is?
Many underclothes hangin' on the hoes
Since snoop, slick rick crushed anyone opposed
Lot of ladies, pop crystal, toast to all those
Like Kid Capri helpin' to unify both coasts
Many underclothes hangin' on the hoes
Since snoop, slick rick crushed anyone opposed
Lot of ladies, pop crystal, toast to all those
Like Kid Capri helpin' to unify both coasts
I'm twenty-six, still in the mix
My hair gettin' longer, my game gettin' stronger
See I've been on one, I thank god
'Cause life in the city of stars is gettin' hard
And it's odd, for a G to get a job
So I'd rather steal and rob, and mob with my squad
My homie used to bang, now we follow Farrakhan
Used to read the source now all he read is the holy Qu'ran
Time brings change and change brings time
Listen to me hit you with this gang bang rhyme
Nigga, what up, who up, you up
Doggy dogg is on the mic I'm here to fuck it izzzup
I give it to y'all, like you really got to have it
Dogg pound gangstaz, boy this shit is gettin' tragic
But I'ma make me a grip and dip quick
And fuck with my nigga kid Capri on this G shit
Dial tail and bail with my nigga slick ricky
And all you niggaz talkin' bullshit can just miss me
Can't twist me, you fuckin' paper haters
I'm dippin' in my nine eight gold navigator
I'm dippin' like a lo-lo, bouncin', smokin' ounces, fo' sho' doe
Many underclothes hangin' on the hoes
Since snoop, slick rick crushed anyone opposed
Lot of ladies, pop crystal, toast to all those
Like Kid Capri helpin' to unify both coasts
Many underclothes hangin' on the hoes
Since snoop, slick rick crushed anyone opposed
Lot of ladies, pop crystal, toast to all those
Like Kid Capri helpin' to unify both coasts
Many underclothes hangin' on the hoes
Since snoop, slick rick crushed anyone opposed
Lot of ladies, pop crystal, toast to all those
[diamond d]
*talking on a phone
Yo capri, yo this is diamond, um..
Check it out um..i moved the session to next wednesday
At 12 noon, plug me in at d&d;, you'll be outta there by one o'clock
Aiight? call me back and umm..give me confirmation.
[sadat x]
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 wanna stay in court plus knowin the fact that I'm smokey
[lord jamar]
Bust you in the back and play the low key
Trustin in the fact that where I go, knowbody 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
[grand puba]
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 *shit*
[diamond d]
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
Chorus
Chorus [kid capri]
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
[sadat x]
Aight, now here's to y'all all and my new bronx address
I'm out wit the old *shit*, 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
[lord jamar]
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, womens call us charismatic
Smoke the aro-matic, too much, guess it's a habit
Chorus
[grand puba]
Here me dog, 'cause a *nigga* 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 *shit* 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 *nigga* frank purdue
[diamond d]
No more domestication, on some over-seas *shit*
Beat a *nigga ass* 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
Chorus
[kid capri]
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
[bizmarkie]
Let me tell you
Yo capri
You know I just want you to say a couple
Just a couple rhymes though
Naw nah nah nah
I just want you just say one rhyme
For the crew, for everybody
Just just kick it like.. this
[kid capri]
So what, if the tweeters begin to scream
If the bass sounds funky then you know what I mean
Kid capri got a crazy dope unique style
I'm givin shouts to the brothers on riker's isle
Now soon, you will know, who is the master
In five minutes, you will be sure
It's the same old routine, all of your are listenin
And, you, want, more
We talk about sex? sure I get a lot of it
Now, tell me, what else I can get out of it
The name is kid capri, and sure you don't like it
Seems very funny, while all of you bite it
Not here to impress you or anyone else
Only thing I gotta do is impress myself
Now I know you other rappers wanna diss me hard
Just because the kid capri, is doin his job
I don't fear no evil, I don't even like you
Just wanna know, why you wanna bite you
Dirty imitator, perfect perpetrator
Said you're good, sucker rapper I'm greater
You said you're fly, but why are you dyin?
First you was laughin, now you are cryin
Seems to me you wanna call in a truce
You had to learn the hard way that kid capri gets loose
Snatchin down suckers, all in that order
Police gettin banned, from crossin the border
Yeah I get tough don't make this a issue
My name is kid capri, k.c. is my initials
Sucker mc's violatin my powers
Studyin my style, for hours, and hours
Comin in here, tryin to battle the king
And I say to myself what a ding-a-ling
Yeah, lords of funk better than before
Takin belts from chumps, walkin out the door
Try to step to the kings but you didn't know how
Well the lords is back, so whatcha gonna do now?
I got a beef with those that try to, show that ass
And try to, diss on my brothers, from back in the past
You're a kid that didn't know you would, be a star
But now, rip you to shreds no matter who you are
First of all, your style, please explain
Why do you always wanna sound like big daddy kane?
Or krs-one, or even rakim
To tell the truth you're just like all the rest of them
Tell me why you wanna bite somebody else that's great
I got one word for it: imitate!
You brag and boast about how good you are
And how you struggled, so hard, to be a star
Sweatin mellow fellow rappers that's down with the crew
Give it a couple of days, you'll be sweatin me too
You see rap rotates like a spinnin wheel
One day you're fake, the next day you're for real
You got nerve, who gave you, the right to bite
Any style, another entertainer recite
Let's face it tell the truth, I'm kid capri
I'm a person, a lot of y'all wish you could be
I took him out I took them out, and the rest of his crew
And if I took them all out, then who the hell are you?
Please, get away don't even think of it boy
I'm not doin it for pay, I'm doin it for joy
Just, get on your knees, and beg for less
And say to hell with it man, kid capri's the best
I rock on, cause I'm the best of the west
I rock on with the triple that's on my chest
I rock on, and as I get on down
And I can take an adverb and make it sound like a noun
Ah yes yes y'all, it gets fresher than fly
Kid capri is in the house and you wonder why
Nobody else could rock a party, like me
The original, tapemaster kid capri
So check it out..
Yo capri, capri that was def
Yo, slam the headphones, we outta here
Chorus/intro: krs-one (kid capri)
Do or die *echoes* (they know, know what I mean? )
Bring your clique, come on do or die *echoes*
Bring your clique, bring your clique
(do or die *echoes*)
Bring your clique, bring your clique (come on)
[krs-one]
Yo, yo; I flash knowlegde not scandal
Watch me dismantle your handle, lyrics like candles
They burn on waxes in your sandle
Microphone vandal, krs-one'll make em scamble
When they gamble, I tear them like flannel
You wanna battle? you'se a dreamer
I put up my benz, you put up your beamer
I guarantee ya, I leave ya standin with your beaper
Double or nothing, you put up your sneakers and your megaspeakers
You'll have no sound; while I'll be uptown in your adidas
Don't mess with teachers we pray for peepers
We no cheaters is rare, but we wax that
Fair and square, don't even stare too long
Or dare the wrong, I'm there and gone
With a ? really simple? sing-a-long
Chorus: kid capri and krs
[kid] do or die, I'm sayin it's you and i
[k&k;] bring your clique, bring your clique
*repeat 3x*
[krs] yo, yo kid capri is the dopest
Open up the door, let me come in the place
Before you recognize the raw, yo, it's right in your face
Just a little taste, yo I'm kinda nuts like planters
The haters save your money cause this album is bananas!
I'm flashin just a little style, for a little while
Been flowin like the nile from when you was just a child
Now it's ninety-eight, and I will not hesitate
You'll be floatin in the lake, your not no heavyweight!
Your lightweight, I devistate on the equal races
No I'm not a racist, but no race could really face this
I hate this, no I don't, you'll face kris, no you won't
You know you broke cause what you want ain't really dope
Like a billy goat, I ram your set like blaow!
Who cares how you like me now, your on the ground
Boogie-down, let me make one thing clear
Bx, baby this is our year
Try here and die here, superfly here
As I threw my spear near, think what to do my dear
I'm new and clear, my clarity's amazing
Still blazin, played the low on occasion
[kid capri]
We make hotter, john blaze
You niggas rockin in the wrong ways
I make your head knock while the song plays
Kid capri bombs bural (boom!) bombs thorough
Now you know what you can vibe fuck talkin your mom's herald
Let's make it happen, me and you rappin
Fuck wack raps, fuck where you sell your cracks at
Its all good but your rap style seems to be common
If ain't no real shit you don't need to be rhymin
Chorus
[krs-one]
South bronx!
I'm smaller, not bigger, drink water not liquor
So I slaughter quick your lyric-lick, you move like a ninja
I'm all up in your white blood
My style is devestatin, your renovatin like hud
What, you expect when I'm on the set
Don't forget, I'm givin in cash and wreck
You still ain't ready yet, better yet
When I connect all y'all hit the deck!
Heck, you might as well sign over that publishing check
You ain't worth, my style is ugly and dirty
If you ain't close to the thirty you really haven't heard of me
But don't worry, hurry in the clubs I get wit em
Got styles for the eighties, nineties, and the new millenium
Only sucker mc's be like kris got some ish with him
Because they can't get wit him, only the best sit wit him
Cops don't be friskin him, gangs be enlistin him
Nations be missin him, you really think you dissin him?
We interrupt this program to bring you a special report
We are looking for a man named billy
Who has just been accused for use of fake credit cards;
Use of ups trucks; and trying to sell crack
To an undercover token clerk
What is this world coming to? well I'll tell you
Yeahhh his name is billy
Now let me tell you about this guy right here
Bust it
A brainiac, con artist to the 't'
Able to geese, you and me
Talks like a psychotic pimp, walks with a limp..
.. but he's a wimp!
Mastermind of the computer world, he lives
With his wife and a cute little girl
Now this is the story of a family
And the man of the family, huh, his name was billy
"yeah you know that guy named billy
He was always conning somebody
He was always getting away with murder word"
His name was billy!
"he tried to have moet tossin olde e money
I ain't tryin to have that
But let me tell you about this"
Ohhhh, billy billy billy, whassup for today?
Ha ha! tell me, did you ever find a way
To make that money real quick - well I got an idea
"so what's the idea? " computer chip!
Here's a job, some numbers, two credit cards
We'll split it even, but here's the odds
Twenty to one, who's harry crumb?
He's a big fat man which he carries a fat gun
Now billy, a smooth operator
Sneaks out his door, a to the elevator
Gets on the sixth, and gets off on the fifth
Then heads out the building with
His little pocket knife in his hand
Show em you're a man billy.. understand?
A few people try to mug him, crack dealers love him
Delivery boys think highly of him
United parcel, very colossal.. uh!
Sometimes he get a bit hostile
Don't even care, if people stare
He gets his package look around, then he's outta there!
Well a-nother day, a-nother dollar
Don't wanna do it, boy but he's gotta
A diamond to sell, three point one carat
"so what he did? " sold it to the first floor faggot
No real money, one and a third
But the brother's gonna get, as high as a bird
Bell bottoms, yes the man invented the slacks
Old fashioned turn them naked pointy shoes with spats
He got the limp to his walk, hat cocked just right
Walkin down the block, lookin like, willy dynamite!
This man is amazing, he does a lot
He can tell you what he can do, and what he can not
He get you radios or tv's, clocks and beds
He's gettin, twenty to life once he's caught by the feds
His name was billy
"yeah my man went and got her credit card
Bought my man a pathfinder jeep, word up
I ain't actin like we ain't been down
Knahmsayin? he never get love from me
Always tryin to con me but I ain't goin for it
Word" break it down!
"tell em what you want kid capri"
Man I need a vcr, really (really, really)
I thought you was going to lookout, billy
You told me to be here six o'clock
By that time, you said you'd be ready to make the drop
Well I guess you're fronting again
When you gonna be on the up and up my friend?
You keep conning, you better chill!
Cause a brother like me will squeal.. on billy!
"he did it, he did it!
Word up man I'm squealing on him man
He tried to front on the kid capri, word"
His name was billy!
"ain't no way in the world i'ma let that go
Lords of funk ain't tryin to have that!
Knowhatimean? "
His name was billy!
"man you need to grow up before you blow up
Youknowhati'msayin?
Stop tryin to play high post with a low income"
His name was billy!
"i ain't havin it..
Now before you think about doin it
Let me tell you this!"
Don't mess with bill (no no-no no)
Don't mess with bill (uh-huh)
His name was billy!
Uh-huh, mmhmm, ah-hah, mmhmm
Ah-hah, mmhmm, mmhmm, mmhmm
Ah-hah, mmhmm, ah-hah, mmhmm
Ah-hah, his name was billy
I think billy learned his lesson
Just leave that crack alone!
{*whistling wind sounds*}
And now.. the quiet blizzard {*cracks up*}
.. on your radio dial..
I like doin this shit
Now let me tell you it's Capri, and I'm as smooth as I wanna be
Givin you flavor, constantly
I never thought another rapper wanna step to this
and get hisself caught up in the mix
Cause this is a groove that I don't wanna lose
and if you step wrong, you might get battered and bruised, huh
And you don't want none of that my man
Cause on stage, I'm bad with the microphone stand
And all the girls love to see me perform
Some niggaz said well, Capri got it goin on
Tape master, blew up large
And sit back, let my girl, give me a massage
and sippin Dom Perignon, eatin grapes
while Silver D makes the record, with no mistakes, huh
This is the life, so how could I give it up?
If anything, the ? is gonna live it up
And Money Mark, he's sharp as an Acura
You used to laugh, so now he's laughin back at ya
So now you know how it feels when the tables turn
Kid Capri is in effect and I'm here to burn
And now you're beggin and beggin for more
So let's face it, this is what you came here for
This is what you came here for
Ah come on baby, yeahhhahhh
This is what you came here for
This is what you came here for (for) so don't you move
Sit back, listen to the music and groove
It's been a while since you had somethin smooth as this
I don't think this is somethin, you wanna miss
How could I show somebody that don't wanna be shown
how to act grown, on the microphone
All I need is somebody to hear what I say
Give me my props, give it to me right away
Now for a moment, I thought that I let you wait
for the lyrics of a poet, Capri the great
Rap lord with the twist, I promise you this
that I'm, bad on the mic, double bad on the mix
I put people in the groove I make big crowds move
and I'll prove that I'm smooth and so now you gotta
give me the benefit, of the doubt
Let me show you what it is to turn a party out, huh
I came here, to ease your mind
If I didn't wanna rhyme would I waste my time? Huh
I'm like a bodybuilder, I keep gettin thicker
While I watch all sick rappers get sicker
They's in cahoots, usin horns and, flutes
Makin all kinds of weak, samples and loops, huh
I can't see it, the crowd deserves more than that
because they came to see a real rapper rap
So Capri gives you more
After all, this is what you came here for
This is what you came here for
Yeah, aw come on baby
This is what you came here for
Mmmhmhmmmmm
This is what you came here for
Lawwwwwwd, c'mon
Ah come on let's compete ??
This is what you came here for
I will rock you all day long honey my love
This is what you came here for
Lawwwwwwd, yeah..
This is what you came here for
It's what you came for
And DJ Doc let em know what you came here for
[kid capri]
Oh that'll work.. word.. ssssssmooth!
Oooh, this one goes to all the coolouts
All the old schoolers, all the new schoolers
My name is the kid capri, with the lords of funk
And we gon' smooth it out like this, bust it
Make it real mellow, bet it be smoother than a cello
And while we're at it, rest in peace to (? )
Now make it real cute, make it sound like a flute
It's gonna drop, just like a parachute
I can't wait to see my name on a marquee
They're gonna put it right there where it should be
I'm gonna blow up, and man I can taste it
And anyone that don't like it - face it!
The kid capri is goin to war, and that's the truth
I gotta prove to these suckers that I'm bulletproof
I'm playin low key, for a little bit
In the studio, tryin to make a hit
I work for hours and hours and days and days
Thinkin about all the cash this pays
But nevertheless I gotta, be the best
I gotta, dress to impress, and have a girl with the guess jeans
On her behind, the girl is so fine
I love the way she light the candle when we, wine and dine
I electrify minds, exterminate suckers
Play a little music at the games, the ruckers
Be on the court, playin what they're taught
Once it's finished I'll be chillin in a fly resort
Now many, have tried to diss my face
Cause the girls, stare, when I come in the place
I'm not braggin, but I gotta say that I'm great
The more you see me is the more that you a-ppreciate
My talent, superb expertise for rap
And everything that goes with, including your clap
Cause I'm strong, my strategy is highly talked about
And I'm takin no shorts, I'm goin all out!
I despise those guys that come in my face
And say I'll battle you, any time, any place
I just - shake my head and say, "mmm yeah right"
But it's a whole different story once we're on the mic
I'm not sayin I'm the best, but I never fall
And I serve crab rappers like it's nothin at all
You know the dope sayin easier said than done
Well I did it, it was easy, and I had fun
Doin what I like, takin brothers off the mic
Cold slammin over parties with the rhymes that you like
Need I say to the crowd as the system kicks loud
Just as long as I can keep your body movin I'm proud
The sound we supply make you people keep in step
I wanna make sure, the syllables connect
And you think about a battle, well how could you win?
You never wanna come across, the lords again
And money mark is a in, the house
Without a doubt, money mark is in the house
And my man silver d, he got it goin on
He won't steer you wrong, cause the brother got it goin on
And the kid capri is definitely in effect
The man kid capri is definitely in effect
You ever try to diss I just might get wreck
The man kid capri is definitely in effect a word up
And biz mark, he got it goin on
And my man kool v, he got it goin on
And the dj doc, he got it goin on
And my man troy outlaw we got it goin on
My man the don, he got it goin on
To my man kid d, he got it goin on
And the troopa luv crew, we got it goin on
And it's the lords of funk, we never ever ever steer you wrong
Ah yes yes y'all, it gets fresh y'all
Ah yes yes y'all, it gets fresh y'all
It gets fresh get fly, we get on down
Lords of funk baby doll we're the talk of the town
And that's for those that like to cool out
In the old school, the new school
Whatever school, with all the schools
Yknahmsayin? we do all that, we can do all that
But there's one thing I must say before I go
Rest in peace to my man jigga g
Rest in peace to my man jigga g
Comin from the immortal words of dj kid capri
Rest in peace to my man jigga g
And rest in peace to my man poppa duke
Rest in peace to my man poppa duke
Sounds so sweet like somebody playin a flute
Rest in peace to my man poppa duke, word up
Yeahhh.. mmhmm
I don't know what's goin on
Everybody tryin to flip
All they need to do is do the right thing
Put it where it's supposed to be
News story.. open to the media
Crime bosses, do or die, or either ya
Live like a convict on the rock
You get shanked, battered and brusied you get dropped
In the bang, just livin like a savage
And at the same time, your body's damaged
Made a move on a brother from the boogie down bronx
He was a bully, that beat up punks
In the cells, and caught a couple of the c.o.'s
Snatched a brother by his neck
And knocked him down and broke his nose
Here's the bumrush - twenty at a time
Started somethin new just when the brother dropped dimes
Huh, this is a brother who's a drug kingpin
Made millions and millions, again and again
Used to, stitch a snitch just to get him switched
But the brother didn't know, that snitches get stitches
Had a jah had a benz had.. plenty of friends
Had.. fifties and hundreds stacks of twenties and tens
He was evicted, mother probably did time long style
Had her workin with the chain gang in the coal mine
Did the bid came out, but the brother was broke
Had connects so the brother started sellin some coke
And vials of cracks he sold it, to all the new jacks
He sold, buddha and stuff, meth sloopies and smacks
He wore polo and guess, dressed the part and the style
Whole teeth were clean, every time he would smile
He had a.. girl named josie was a beautiful chick
Ended up bein a girl in a, porno flick
Tis the season to be skeezin, the girl made me sick
Wanted to kick a little flavor so the flavor was kicked
She's a girl from around the way that likes to play
Spendin his dough, eatin out every day
Wearin jewels expensive clothes so on and so on
And my man didn't know that the girl was a hoein
Now she got a little pot I guess she's goin for self
Tryin to make brothers lick her, below the belt
Takin trips to virginia with a key at a time
Makin 42 g's at a drop of a dime
Now she's thick but what about the brother that put her on?
And gave her, jewels and furs and treated her like a don
She forgot all about him, so now he's mad
He got a thirty-two clip and when he find her she's had
But that's the life of the fast lane
There you just might gain
A house and cash, and either jail or chump change
I've seen it before, my buddies went through it all
And because of that, I don't see em anymore
Twenty-five to life, doin crazy hard time
And in the jails, what's yours is mine
Huh, and as I say I need a moment of silence
The almight kid capri says.. stop the violence
Stop the violence
All you gotta do is put it in effect
Put yourself where you're supposed to be
Teach others, save the children
And all that
Big shout.. to the trooper love crew
Rest in peace, to my main man, chuck g
Pop duke
This is the kid capri, and the lords of funk
Yeah once again presenting, kid capri
Ras kass the waterproof mc, punchline
(ras kass)
These faggot mcs be on skis with the microphone though
But it's all downhill hitting trees like sonny bono
Name a nigga I couldn't burn and he probably created the earth in six days
I shot at jesus with a tech fives times
Hanging the pope with six strings, the name is ras kass
Might eat a little pussy but I don't kiss ass homeboy
I'm righteous and wicked and this acquisition of riches is like
Selling bean pods and still fucking white bicthes
(punchline)
I rap crazy, you better get fifty niggas to blaze me
Or ace me, been rhyming since 220 ad
You feel gazy? , I'm top ten with the raps
Off the list you scratch, like serial numbers on gats
I lace tracks with ill lines 20 bar rhymes
My verses got long sentences like jail times
Press rewind, listen to jams when I cool out
I only fuck a bitch in the park if she juiced out
Going new routes to maintain my composure
Anticipated while you still screaming to get exposure
Rap soldier in the cipher I'm first to set it
My lyrics get the u.s. open without playing tennis
(ras kass)
Vindictive my voice pitch is beyond john blaze
I'm john cremation, you conversation with aspirations
Of me leaving blood stains from earth to venus
Them so-called rap stars will still be living
With they moma like an unborn fetus
As soon as you step on stage i'ma destroy you with the truth
Like the ricki lake show, don't come out the soundproof booth
Or poof, plucked in your bubblegoose
A lost angel, I strangle at an angle that's obtuse
(punchline)
Yo, my styles viscous, put niggas before bitches
Collect riches, bone chickens without trickin
And stay spitting mad rhymes in your direction
Always repping get you open like seasections
I rhyme greata set it off without jada
My flava leave a nigga shook like vibrators
Rap composer of the hit your styles over
I make an mc cry just like robin on ophra
Give you the cold shoulder guess who rhymes slicker
I gross figures, shed light on shady niggas
And write rhymes, roast niggas that take mine
Gave birth to so many styles I should have my tubes tied
One time, when rappers need concentration
Embarrass I nigga, like getting caught masterbating
I'm fascinating, I make you wallow in your sorrow
Clutch the bottle you get your childish style fondled
My rap tactics make you want to go home and practice
Match this, drop jewels like biago rackis
I come rough for all niggas that front
I'm all that five mics and quotable for the month
(ras kass)
I be on some bullshit like the unamits and vigorous rhyming
And until buchwhick bill starts dunking on kobe bryant
I'm applying pressure, check out my melody
The eighteenth letter, the first letter
The nineteenth letter for cheddar
And get a barrette explosive tip shredders to make the rum-redder
To make the deader then coretta
Scott king's husband who had a dream
I get in you with no vaseline
And burn rubber so I tap that ass like savion glover
(punchline)
That the sedative cause your shits repetitive
And played out, tried to run game but it got rained out
Wasn't thinking about this style until we came out
Took a detour when some of y'all went the same route
Thoughts about doing punchline make me tickle
When my flow changes like pennies, dimes and nickels
Organized rhymes we make the girls realize
We humiliate niggas like a small dick size
Now you wanna click nines, front and sip wines
Yeah
Uhhh
[foxy]
It's time for everybody
To get they muthafuckin' minds right
Cause it's about to go down
Straight like that
Oooh
Uhhh
Kid capri
Ill na na
And the muthafuckin' l-o-x
That's right
Chorus (styles)
>from the top of new york, where they be poppin' they corks
>from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns
Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one's
But niggas goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run
The niggas that had cake and got sent up state
For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight
For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate
Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate
[sheek]
Aye yo, aye yo
Our shit contagious, so y'all niggas try to quaratine us
Ya'll niggas shook up, and all that like orange juice is
My gun american, but my niggas got foreign enemies
Six cars between us, laced out
Half my money from the drug route, ya know how that goes
We into heavy metal plugs, and slum shit for the nose
Is sheek lucion, he better ball with a groupie on
My python, gettin' sex
In hotels with connect the rooms
Fill letter walk through on his ex
Jadakiss and styles walk a pound up through a storm
Room service, bring 'em champagne with five matts on
>from most hated, to heavy rotated, forget it
Next stop is movies, y'all check it when blockbuster get it
Cheap-skates, sweatin' off pre-release dates
For money, power & respect, on platnuim out the gates
>from rusell simmons to puff, lox and dmx copped it
Big time, we probably shoot this joint up on tropics
When we eat fish like whiteies
And bitches have all nighties
Suckin' dick, me I'm on some jail shit
Standing up, jerkin' off, while these hoes see these doubles click
Chorus (styles)
>from the top of new york, where they be poppin' they corks
>from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns
Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one's
But niggas goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run
The niggas that had cake and got sent up state
For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight
For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate
Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate
[foxy brown]
Uhh, uhh
Bet I salute all chicks that be gettin' them chips
Throw it up, for my bitches, that be poppin' that crist'
Specially to the one's, who be ridin' that dick
And if the pussy bangin', hope it cop to a stick
And all my thorough chicks, who cried and lied for these cats
Out of twon, on a hound for these cats, ehh
Shit got dick, let 'em ground for these cats
And the crocodle prada, satsh the pund for these cats
Me and my bitches got down for these cats
Paid our dues, for 62's, taped to the top
Seen the truth through the lie, but the bullshit is fine
Like a trooper, I put that one the life that I ride
Guilty charges, straight copped out the 3-5
Now fucking my crew, suffer and die
Maximum 25, baby fuck if I fry
It's a ditry game, when it come to slingin' them thangs
Bail like a hundered-thou, but the us is more change
Shit, I used to trick that from jewels and the rings, huh
Chorus (styles)
>from the top of new york, where they be poppin' they corks
>from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns
Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one's
But niggas goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run
The niggas that had cake and got sent up state
For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight
For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate
Guess you gotta live the life that has fallen to fate
[styles]
Fred one, for niggas that be bustin' they gun
Till the death, what'd you expect for a couple of one's
Fred two, for niggas that ain't ever had shit
Messed up, locked down, go on and grab shit
Fred three, for niggas on lock without a key
That ain't never comin' home, but you know how it be
Livin' to die, but niggas ain't willin' to die
If you bust up in the air, you ain't killin' the sky
Feelin' the high, nigga is you willin' to lie
You a crumb and you dumb, you ain't stealin' the pie
I leave a bloody mess, nigga bigger then me, cut his neck
Lox brothers, y'all niggas is cock-suckers
Yellow belly cowards, I want money and the power
Assassin, you think it's a joke, you'll die laughing
Hoppin' out the plane, and only bring the captain
Start of a legacy, a hard broke down and start beggin' me
Dog I'm a whole different pedigree
Take me to the limit, I'm layin' in the cut
While you playin' in the scrimage
Meet you at the final
Lyrically, I'm spiritually, drunkier then a winow
Posion, house full of rhyme
Bring your boys in
Tell 'em take it easy, have a seat on the couch
I'm the govenor, y'all bitch niggas is crowds
Take orders, we need passports at the border
Transport the water, sheerest corner
Fell sick to be hit, but we wasn't the cure
Make your ear-drums pop, probably lick drop
Eyes slinch up, leaves hit the foor by the time he spits up
Nobody gets up
Muthafuckas
L-o-x muthafucka
L-o-x, try this shit
Chorus (with ad-libs)
>from the top of new york, where they be poppin' they corks
>from the bottom of the slums, where they be poppin' they guns
Niggas that rock whips and get plenty of one's
But niggas goin' hand and hand, are havin' to run
The niggas that had cake and got sent up state
For the mother who lost the child and had to settle for weight
For those who up out the ghetto, but don't know how to skate
[biz markie]
But bust this though everybody
Yo, we havin a party, a lord's party
A party for the lords, the lords with the party thing
All of a sudden, people got shot
The rope runner was standin, right by, the other side of
They ate barbecued peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
(get off the stage biz!)
Why don't you just chill bah bah, road hog, kang-ka-dang
[kid capri]
Party time people, ain't nuttin movin but your feet
Gotta get up on out your seat
Come on down with the lords, get ready to get busy
Knahmsayin? ain't no party like this party nowhere near this party
So this must be the party
So get up on the floor, and get it goin on, right about now
[verse one]
It's a party, I'm invitin everybody
Cuties, hookers and hotties
To come to the bash for free
Your hosts: capri, mark, d
Everybody up no time to waste
You came here cause you know this is the place
To rock, act like a fool
It's the lords and we goin right back to the booth!
Now you know the flavor new york
Ain't no sense in bein shy, tryin to play fly
Be yourself never mind the next guy
This is a party we gonna get busy whether you like it or not
Throw on the funk wanna make sure, that you havin a good time
Now stop actin like a baby, and get on the floor
[verse two]
Oh man I really like the way this is goin down
Lords, came to your town
Made you a fiend like a crackhead (a crackhead? )
That's right, you heard what I said
Party time in the boogie down, ready for some action
Show me just a little satisfaction
Dance, and shake
It's time to start a boogie down earthquake
Kick a party groove is like a habit
See a fat booty then you grab it
Maybe wanna slide to the side (slide to the side)
Keep the drummer kickin let the beat ride
It's funny how we make a body move
Stay in step, just keep it to the right groove
Party, don't be a coward
Show me whatcha gonna do about it!
Uhh! ..uhh! .. uhh!
Now y'all do me a favor, let me see you do
Do the bend, and stretch
Do the bend, and the stretch
Let me see you do the bend, and stretch
C'mon and do the bend, and stretch
Let me see you do the bend, and stretch
C'mon and do the bend, and stretch
Do the bend, and stretch
Lords of funk in full effect, word!
[verse three]
Party time in the boogie down bronx..
.. time to give the people what they want
To make me wanna know you wanna get down I gotta see you dance
Gotta take a chance
Capri, known for abilities, tactics
And all of my fast rap agility
Made to perform and I strike like lightning, scary?
Yes it's quite frightening, huh!
Uhh!.. uhh! .. hoe, uhh! .. woo!
[verse four]
I got a message, to money mark
Remember when we rocked in the park?
Remember that girl joanna (joanna? )
Body was pumpin like a scanner
Remember when we rocked that body
It always happens when you're comin to a lord's party
She tried you, she tried me
Then left the party with who? silver d
Here's another girl michelle
Looks good and she dance really well
Eighteen years old, neck full of gold
The girl even dances the old, school
Talk about she make a cold heart beat
Still remember, seein her feet
Dance to the rhythm of the drum
Dum diddy diddy dum dum!
Now what I want everybody to do
Is put their right hand in the air like this
Shake 'em side to side
Everybody c'mon, put your hands in the air lemme see lemme see ya
Go left (left) to the right (right)
To the left (left) to the right (right)
To the left (left) to the right (right)
To the left (left) now let's do this c'mon
Everybody do the bend, and stretch
C'mon and do the bend, and the stretch
Let me see you do the bend, and stretch
C'mon and do the bend, and stretch
We go, side to side, keep it goin c'mon
Go side to side, keep it goin
Follow up and do the bend, and stretch
Do the bend, and stretch, huh!
Ahh yes so now you know what we mean and you see for yourself
We ain't got no time for sissies
We came here to party, word to big bird!
Lord's of funk bout ready to take two steps to the rear
And get on out of here like last year
But before we go, everybody hands up, c'mon
Shake it to the left.. to the right, c'mon
Shake it to the left.. to the right
Shake it to the left.. to the right
Shake it to the left.. to the right, but stretch
Do the bend, and stretch
C'mon and do the bend, and stretch
Let me see you do the bend, and stretch
Everybody do the bend, and stretch, c'mon!
We go, side to side, keep it goin c'mon
Go side to side, keep it goin
Follow up and do the bend, and stretch
[Kid]: We are willin to work your body
Now we are ready if you are ready
Soundcheck 1, 2 hear me Loud and Clear
cause I got something that you need to hear
Kid Capri and Lost Boyz need it Loud and Clear
cause I got something that you need to hear
Verse One: Lost Boyz
Hey yo
I only hit you with the shit thats official
why shouldnt I be an M.C thats my initial
beside showing skills is really nothin new to me
and known top is what I want me and my crew to be
soon to see how us official niggaz get down
ask around kid its on when we get down
the rap roads still doin rap shows
brava counterfeit hit you wit the rap flows
hot to def rockin till theres nothin left shit
thats all you got thats the secret that you kept shit
you coulda saved it my whole teams faded
youza fag and a flag you need to wave it
yo, lay my laws hit the ball then score
cause nigga scared he aint pra pared for war
its selby fan its the gees Kid Capri
me and my man na representive from the N.Y.C
Chorus: Kid Capri
Soundcheck 1, 2 hear me Loud and Clear
cause I got something that you need to hear
Kid Capri and Lost Boyz need it Loud and Clear
cause I got something that you need to hear 2x
Verse 2: Lost Boyz
Im on the block late night sounds coming outta cars
headed to titti bars New York city stars
we in a spot where much cash flashin
niggaz lookin for some action
I love this world wit a passion
Bridge: Kid Capri
Hey yo!
All the ladies in the house say yeeeeeaaaahhhhh
(then yeeeaahhhh said by the ladies) ya dont stop
all the fellas in the house say hooooooooooooo
(then hoooooooo said by the fellas) ya dont stop
Verse 3: Lost Boyz
Word Up
you know me gotta shortie on my lap cousin
hand me that i can take it to slap
shortie rockin that ass cause she bouncin so fast
got my drink comin up of my glass
word, cell ringin jewlery swingin
more drinks to the table is what they bringin
whose most rollin dice in the rear
shorties scared but they aint gettin nothin of that ye
I keep my eyes on them cats tryin to get me
besides to eat I got my niggaz in here wit me
from outta town you know how I row
hold it down if you said it we led off of rans
but since we rappin ima hit you wit the hot shit
that why not come through blow yo spot shit
basicly LB Bear Kid Capri young cats from the Nyc
do you feel me
Kid Capri naming some cites
Bridge: Lost Boyz
throw yo hands up if you game is tight yall
and if you down to do this here all night yall
make ya hands swerve from left to right yall
i rolled an L all I need is a light yall 2x
Chorus repeated
"i'd like to know.. are you really ready for some super dynamite soul?
Then thank you, because now, it's star time!"
The apollo (4x)
[kid capri]
The apollo a place, where performers perform
Before you got on the stage you would all be warned
About if you're good enough, to rock the place
But if you wasn't they would throw beer cans in your face
Well it was a, amateur night, a group dressed in white
Didn't think it was spectacular but they were alright
Kept sayin to myself, I wish it was me
That was on the stage doin my r-a-p
Well uh, anyway we go back to the days
When james brown used to have, the crowd amazed
He used to come out, dancin, just doin his work
And when he screamed, all the ladies went bezerk
Slidin across the stage like he was runnin on oil
Shoes, shinin bright like aluminum foil
Women was fallin out, innocent to ?
He said, "please please" then started rappin
You only seen one show you couldn't stay to see another
Of the singin godfather number one soul brother
Events like this happened all the time
At the place that was known to be, one of a kind
It's the apollo
The apollo (4x)
[kid] it's the apollo!
The apollo (3x)
The ap..
[kid capri]
The apollo yes a legend in it's time
The place is so fly that I wish it was mine
I mean the line was so long but people did not care
Just as long as they knew, they could get in there
On wednesday's, amateur night was cool
And you could, go to see what other artists could do
Nothin but black stars, risin to the top
Now you see what's takin over, we call it hip-hop
The apollo, no other, could ever compete
When you look down and I see people movin their feet
When the stage used to rise all the people went nuts
And no one ever kept their big mouth shut
They used to, scream and yell, raise a whole lot of hell
Hang off the balcony and sometimes they fell
It's a tradition, so whatta ya do? I don't know
You get a ticket take yourself to the apollo, hey
The showbiz cafe, was right next door
Leave, from the apollo and you party some more
You can go many places to have a show
But no matter where you went you always seemed to go
To the apollo
To the apollo!
Uhh.. (the apollo) .. ..
To the apollo!
And let me break it down for you one time
Hey the a for artist, the p for people
O for outstanding, l - for legal
And the other l-o is for the low-down shame
For the ones, that tried, to destroy the name
So whatever you do, you can never forget
About the place, that always kept you drippin with sweat
From dancin and prancin and jumpin up and down
Everytime you turned around a new show was in town
It's the place, that everybody would always go
And I called it, the famous apollo
It's the apollo
It's the apollo! (the apollo) uhh!
The apollo (4x)
[kid]it's the apollo, come on!
The apollo (3x)
[kid]uhh!
The apollo (2x)
[kid]it's the apollo!
The apollo (2x)
[kid] yeahhhhh!
[nas] uhh, qb
[kid] all the people in the place!
It's the one and only kid capri
[nas] uhh, tm nigga
[kid] along with my man nas escobar
[nas] ill will
[kid] we about to take this one all around the world
So y'all feel this one, come on!
Verse one: nas
My antidote to the dope add drugs in the party
Pistol-whippin your body lyrical oddessey
Y'all ain't smoke real shit less y'all smokin with me
And y'all ain't heard real shit, til you heard it from me
Escobar, I toasted with frank white, to this new era
Of gangster life, slangin words in the mic
Thanks to the life, I urge y'all to write pain
You a whore to the war, I remain a virgin that's tight
This game i'ma run til it's done, stack my funds
Packin guns, clean each gat, once a month
Hope ya toast carry heavy as the vest on your chest
Hope you squeeze it cause you're only safe from stomach to chest
Everything else, left open, I'm smokin
Next to your balls, police won't even question at all
It's the esc- to the -bar, connects in ? piar?
Overlord of rap, u.s. france to ecuodar
Chorus: nas
Have you ever met a qb gangsta, who would
Shake your hand and turn ya back he would shank ya?
Niggaz want the street you lookin for me
You want the hot shit you must cop the kid capri
Ladies dance to it, niggaz pound that in your jeep
Esco' and kid capri, with the motherfuckin soundtrack
To the street, thugs pop to it, sell rocks to it
Puffin l's poppin glocks to it
Verse two: nas
Me and the streets share the same vein, same pain
The whole game changed, niggaz with no brain could make dough
Off of cocaine, colombian neckties
Democrats to bill clinton gotta respect nas
Customized flow, words stitched into the seams
Tailor made lyrics words fit ya, spit scripture worship
Far from ali, niggaz can't spar with the kid
Regardless of your bid or who you partners with
Spit, cartridges at so-called hard ni-ggaz
You get, sparked and hit, held as hostages
You know how the mobsters is from the heart of the bridge
We just started gettin dough, yo pardon the kid
I ain't used to havin shit, my youth as bad as it get
Ghetto bound first lesson was to let off rounds
Shots, echo the town, new york, home of
The harlem mix tape, master as we all know him now
Chorus
Verse three: nas
Uhh, what? kid capri
Soundtrack to the street a theme for every hood
Every lockdown facility, get ? oxed? down for grillin me
Write down hostility, iced down with friends of ours
Respect money and power and them honies that swallow
But what's becomin apollo, nuttin but bigga bank
Fuck you niggaz think I ride for?
Same thing niggaz die for, so we draw guns
The same time in this war, leave your mind on the floor
Niggaz doin thirty to life to survive in this world
Transportin keys that's inside of a door
Openin spots from little rock to baltimore
Smoked out, chillin on the kid capri world tour
Chorus
[kid capri]
Yeah
Word up, come on
We make it bump one time word up
My man nas make it bump one time come on
Come on, we make it bump one time word up
The kid capri make it bump one time come on
Chorus
[kid capri]
And I say party people, it's the kid capri
Nas escobar, soundtrack to the streets
Jumpin off, youknowhati'msayin?
[Rich Nice: talking]
Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Rich Nice
And on behalf of Trackmasters Entertainment
I would like to welcome you to the Kid Capri
Soundtrack to the Streets album
We have so many entertainers
I would like to welcome to the stage right now
Allure, Case, Common Sense and The Firm's very own AZ
[Case background]
Come on, come on, come on, come on)
[AZ]
A nigga seen it, triple beam shit, brown and green mix
Fiend this, made for machines that kick
Blow ya speakers out, only the real I speak about
Made to freak you out, fuck with ya mom but teach you routes
Nigga spots rollin, shoot-out, gun shots blowin
Older niggas got shorties on the block holdin
Lost, my youngest cousin sittin up north
Takin a short from another nigga hittin 'em off
Two to four, guess it's no tellin what some'll do to score
Four pounds give off sounds through the door
We waited, but now it's time to designate it
You hate it, had the drop but hesitated
[Hook: Allure & Case]
Life goes on, life like two's and five
Who decides what's wrong or right
Just got paid feelin good tonight
Life goes on
In my world, life like two's and five
Who decides what's wrong or right
Just got paid feelin good tonight
Life goes on and on
[Common]
Yo A-Zilla, you know I ain't the type to play killa
But this day still arrives in my mind like a light
A damn Thursday night, and plans to be out
'Til the night served daylight, but it ain't happen
Rappin to myself 'cause it wasn't no one to rap to
This villian came to me like 'somebody lookin at you'
'Cause I'm Common Sense and I rap consciousness
He was prompt to diss, mad 'cause my guy used to knock his bitch
I could sense he was tryna' bring it, but I wasn't ready to recieve it
Fact I make him leave it
Before he popped some shit I did the opposite and stole 'em
Back his lady tried to hold him, like Big Pun I scold 'em and told 'em
I ain't a shooter I just punch a lot
Between blows this big tried to up his glock
His brother watched swoop like big daddy on teenage love
He got ??? to my tape by C nigga Dub
Got his dome in a hug, muffed his broad back with one hand
Tried to pop, it must've been a ??? 'cause the gun jammed
Unplanned I disarmed this trick, nigga
Pistol-whipped his ass, his ladies, I was palmin it
Hollered '87 reign dominate'
Needed a fight that night, me and my woman had an argument
[Hook: Allure & Case]
[Case]
People come and people go, there's one thing that you must know
Life goes on yeah
No matter what you're going through, I'm just trying to tell you
Life goes on and on
Everybody's got their own thing, some just don't know how to handle it
I need to tell ya, you need to know
'Cause I know, life goes on, life goes on
[Hook: Allure & Case]
Feelin good, feelin good
In my world, in my world
Feelin good
Where you gonna go
(the joke's on you, jack )--> l.l. cool j
(ha-ha-ha)
[ verse 1: kid capri ]
Oh you (you) started somethin new
Sorry, that is somethin that you're used to
Keep quiet, cause kid capri is teachin this
Sure you think I slept, but only if
We can conclude this matter
But your last feelings will still be the same
(the joke's on you, jack)
Yes, it's on you, jack
Don't understand? then let me explain
How I can get funky like this all day
You really didn't think that this could be done
Step into my path, you will feel the wrath
How many take me out? none
(the joke's on you, jack )
(ha-ha-ha)
[ verse 2: kid capri ]
Swish (swish) lords of funk from the foul line
Boom-bammin, slammin like a alpine
I know you hate us, but you better think ahead
You try to dis us - you're dead
For no reason at all
You made yourself look like a crumb
Man, you flipped, mouthed off with the lip
You ended up bein kid capri's son
Take your dukes, punk, show me what you got
Then maybe you can fit in with the rest of the rookies
(the joke's on you, jack)
You wanna make a bet?
The lords of funk is the hip-hop bookies
(the joke's on you, jack )
(ha-ha-ha)
Break it down
(the joke)
(ha-ha-ha)
(the joke)
(ha-ha-ha)
(the joke's on you, jack )
(ha-ha-ha)
Silver d (silver d) take it to the breakdown
Money mark, please scratch to the northbound
( *scratching* )okay, that's enough
D and mark, he's beefin, call the kid's bluff
( *scratching* )
[ verse 3: kid capri ]
Oh man, you never heard it this good
You wanna battle? do you really think you should?
You got a crew that like to start trouble
But in the end they get bust like a bubble
Now, you should get taught some manners
Come into my party and act polite
Talk to the cuties and dance with some honeys
And don't you come here lookin for a fight
This is a party and not a warzone
So open up your eyes, then maybe you'll see
I'm bad like rambo, sort of like commando
What's my name? (the kid capri)
Man, I'm a bone-breaker, pounder like a heavyweight
A rap teacher, here, let me demonstrate
Better than ever, I'm tougher than leather
Gotta make sure lords of funk stay together
To rock violators one by one
(yo man, why you do that, kid capri? )
Cause it's fun
Stay away, close is prohibited
Gettin dissed, well, how could you live with it?
You're broke, you're weak, you're starvin, you're hungry
You're lost, you're gone, you're dissed
You are so mad, you're angry, you're upset, you're hurt
And you're steamin and you're fumin and you're pissed
You're ready to rob and steal, kidnap and kill
Rape a woman with a bat
Now let me make sure that you understand
(the joke's on you, jack)
Hah, the joke's on you, jack
(the joke's on you, jack )
(ha-ha-ha)
Man..
You!
Hey, the joke's on you, jack
Ha-ha-ha-ha!
[news reporter]
Good evening, this is dee joseph for wbiz radio
This just in -
Police officials report that a six year old girl was found raped today
The girl's stepfather is the key suspect in the case
Details are still sketchy at this time
Now back to the kid capri radio show
How do you feel about it.. kid capri?
[verse one]
Hang 'em high, let him suffer, before he die
Cause in my mind I see that little girl cry
She was abused, misused, and even sodomized
She didn't know - all of this was a surprise
So now she's scarred for life, nothin can change that
Being treated like some dog by some maniac
What type of man would want to do that to a six year old
Out of all of these women that the world hold?
You coulda went to a nightclub and met a chick
Black or white, puerto rican, you coulda picked
Bought her a drink, took her home, and maybe got some
But you'd rather rape a baby and you think it's fun?
Now you're goin to jail, death row I hope
Before the rope when you get there, your boots'll smoke
I got somethin, to say to ya before ya die..
.. hang 'em high
[verse two]
My name is kid capri I wanna say this to y'all
Any man that rapes a woman is not a man at all
Especially a little girl that don't know nothin about that
Rape, man you're a maniac
So now you're locked in a cell, what good are you now?
No friends, no freedom, and no style
Word to duke you're gettin stuck like a blister
Just for instance, that coulda been my sister
Or my moms, my girl or my daughter lou
Be glad the cops got to you before I got to you
It's a shame for a girl to be so scared
That when she walk down the block, her life is dead
Can't jog down the street, after dark
Take a look at what happened, in central park
A girl is runnin, while some bum is bummin
The only thing he's thinkin about is cumin
He gets his rocks off, now he feels like a man
Then he kills her, and steps off, but understand
What goes around, comes right back around
And when he's found, he's gonna get a beatdown
He tried to skip town, headed for the northbound
Got no money so he steals and gets shot down
But don't die, so now it's gonna get rougher
Before you execute him - let me see him suffer
Give him the chair, shoot him down, let him die
Better yet, huh, hang 'em high..
[news reporter]
This just in - police officials report
That the suspect in the rape of a six year old girl
Has been apprehended, and has confessed to this outrageous crime
Let's hope they really hang this guy
[kid capri]
Kid capri, silver d and money mark - hang 'em high!
[Suede]
Uh, Uh
We stay dressed
To impress
Spark the ladies interest
Sess to get them undressed
Once they wet
Get em back to the rest
Yo, I Suede
With black green Benz
And C-change
See dames in my vortex
From far range
Long chains
With Low hats
Cats with mink scarves
You squink
While I squeeze each of my thoughts off
Fresh, yes
Like I never been
Both the Lo
Know the direction you're headed in
Want to spend yen?
Drink gin my friend?
Gotta be in the shit that my crooks be in
From the front to the back
And it's so outta place
Gotta break off the cake
And break Capri off a taste
[Cheeba]
Me Cheeba
In green rag
On green jag
Might brag
While I breeze passed
His volkswag
Straight Hook
Back on coast ride
At Six Flags
Has stacked
From Green Bag and me sag
Fresh like I never be
Both the Lo
Know the direction you headed in
See my grin
From four kegs of gin
Gotta be in the shit that my chicks be in
From the right to left
On a slow kinda joint
Soundtrack to the Streets
Do you get the point?
[Suede]
Uh, Uh
We stay dressed
To impress
Spark the ladies interest
Sess to get them undressed
Once they wet
Get em back to the rest
Yeah nigga, thug that shit to your mother fuckin crib you heard
Yeah! We tryin'to get this shit poppin' over here
Huh, block party all that shit man "block party"
Come over here nigga here
Were is happening here's were is poppin' at baby, djayin' that shit
[Noreaga]
My nigga Rich nice told me an said get god
You know the Kid Capri shit everybody is on
The N.O.R. hit the mic just like I perform, I be hyped up
New Balance kicks and hyped up
Why you niggaz still acting like y'all niggaz is tough
I got the one weed spot, that's' the Branson stuff
Other niggaz talk about it but you see me with such
And I'm thugged out catch me with the animal bunch
Get head in the wip smoke animal blunts
g's up hoes down nigga fuck them stuts, and I'll be flippin'
You get a nice chick I like a chicken
You don't believe me ask Bill Clinton
Track master do that shit that y'all niggaz wouldn't
And Kid Capri do that shit that you niggaz couldn't
And I smoke green from Cali, I'm wild at the rally
I'm ill like shack in the paint with the alley
My nigga Big Pun will sit on y'all cats
Ayo my nigga Kid Capri will shit on y'all tracks
And we ain't got no love for y'all tracks
We love big ass keys and y'all like little ass cracks
[Kid Capri]
I could rock a rhyme as quick as I could clock a knot
Y'all niggaz clockin' mine, cus I'm getting lots of shine
The Kid Capri could be the cat, that could change the face of rap
Let me hear you trace the map, the Bronx is were the stations at
The fake foes hangin' out with fake hoes
Y'all 'spose to be the one that keep it Jumping
Were you standing and frontin', the Black Italian
Y'all chick better keep the smiling, from here to Boys Island
mother fuck all the stylin'
Keep the hundred pallet or either sign that shit
Y'all niggaz pay attention on ever rhyme I wet
Is time legit to every time I get
Y'all fools is straight falling off as I climb the jet
The Kid Capri causing hating misery
Number one for a while son check the history
By the way all you talker pack what you got to say
cus you lacking every day, Pun make these rappers pay
[Big Punisher]
Ayo is your man from Puerto Rico
That slaughter people like raw perico
I'm for the people, five power not a total recall
Look out your people on a blood shoot baby blues
Look at my geezmo got shot and barely made it news
How many crews I gotta run through when it comes through
Getting raw I'm the predator, I'ma Hunt you
niggaz think is something sweet on the fuckin street
But I'll be there busting my heat, when there's nuttin' to eat
Fuck it I cheat cus that's the ghettos anthem
I know the devils laughing every time he hears somebody's metal clappin'
Ain't no napping in the city cus it never sleeps
Wake up like what happen when I bust a cap on your feather geez
I led at least a thousand caps, with a thousand raps
With how many acts, actually ever really come out of wax
Just a few I pull this track into best of view
"Kid Capri, plays beats like this.." (4X)
[Daddy-O]
Take tapes; everybody tapes
Everybody buyin tapes that the DJ's make
Twenty bucks a pop and they run non-stop
and the jams are hot, to the very last drop
POP POP in your car or your Jeep or whatever
Sometimes people buy 'em like two and three together
But did you ever wonder who's the best?
Or argue with your friends to get it off your chest?
Well let me introduce you to Kid Capri
He's kind of like a favorite to me
He's got a real dope way, of makin them tapes
and I don't mind myself spendin them papes
I pump it in the Volvo that I ride
Most times with my girl to the left of my side
In the city of New York with celebrities
and a cool DJ named Kid Capri!
Shoo-wop-shoo-wop-shoo-wop-shoo-wop-POW
"Kid Capri, plays beats like this.." (4X)
[Daddy-O]
I hear a beat movin in a Jeep "Uptown, Uptown"
and I guess it's "Kid Capri" with the big "dope sound"
So skip to my loo, rather skip to Capri
You bring the skins and the ride's on me
And we can parlay like peas in a pod
Grin for the girls and give a piece to the Gods
The rest of the pie you can leave for my crew
Give a toast to the fools that knew
that if it don't fit don't force that flow
So how many times I gotta let you know
that the Dad got a new way of runnin the show?
Just like Shabba Ranks goin, "Bo! Bo! Bo!"
Crashin all them doubts that you had befo'
And friendly as a food stamp is to the po'
Bein all them things that I wants to be
and slammin like a tape by Kid Capri - break it down for me!
.. Shoo-wop-shoo-wop-shoo-wop-shoo-wop-POW
"Kid Capri, plays beats like this.." (4X)
[Daddy-O]
Whether in Brooklyn, parolin with my peeps
or Lower Manhattan, where I shop upon the street
There's one thing to say (??) everyone I meet
Everybody's fiendin for a fat funky beat
Well here's a fat beat that'll rock your socks
Comin straight from the school that we call hard knocks
cause it knocks you HARD upside your dome
and commands like a law that's etched in stone
Watch the Dad blow up on the solo tip
Feet firm to the ground with the kung-fu grip
Sharp as a whip might strike your back
Choke you up like a Winston straight from the pack
And if it's them beats that'll make you ill
Kid Capri got a tape that'll fit that bill
And once you get hooked you won't know how to act
Tradin tapes like baseball cards in stacks
Lookin for the mix that suits you best
Takin care like the Doc on Empty Nest
Just remember that the tapes don't come for free
So whenever you pay, pay for Kid Capri!
"Kid Capri.." (3X)
"Kid Capri, plays beats like this.." (8X)
[Daddy-O]
Yo I'd like to give a shout out to all the DJ's Uptown
I wanna let y'all know I ain't forget about you
Ron G, S&S;, Chill Will, Doo Wop.. rock on, to the break of down
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