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Kid Capri - Block Party lyrics
f/ Big Pun, Noreaga * send corrections to the typist 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 And turn the rest of y'all corn niggaz into vege-tables |
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