Block Party-Kid Capri

歌手 : Kid Capri

专辑 : Soundtrack To The Streets

语种 : 英语

时长 : 02:44

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TXT Block Party-Kid Capri 文本歌词

Block Party - Kid Capri

(feat. Big Pun, Noreaga)

Yeah ni**a, thug that sh*t to your mother f**kin crib you heard

Yeah! We tryin'to get this sh*t poppin' over here

Huh, block party all that sh*t man "block party"

Come over here ni**a here

Were is happening here's were is poppin' at baby, djayin' that sh*t

My ni**a Rich nice told me an said get god

You know the Kid Capri sh*t 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 w**d 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 ni**a f**k 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 sh*t that y'all niggaz wouldn't

And Kid Capri do that sh*t 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 ni**a Big Pun will sit on y'all cats

Ayo my ni**a Kid Capri will sh*t on y'all tracks

And we ain't got no love for y'all tracks

We love big a** keys and y'all like little a** cracks

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 f**k all the stylin'

Keep the hundred pallet or either sign that sh*t

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

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 f**kin street

But I'll be there busting my heat, when there's nuttin' to eat

F**k 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

And turn the rest of y'all corn niggaz into vege-tables