Kid Capri

Kid Capri - Hot This Year lyrics

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[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, cuz 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, cuz 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
 Cuz 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
 I'm outta here
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Author: Al Green, Al Jackson Jr., Alamo, David Anthony Love, Derrick Murphy, Joseph Kirkland, Lorenzo DeChalus, Maxwell Dixon

Composer: ?

Publisher: Trackmasters Records, LLC

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

Appearing on: Soundtrack to the Streets (1998)

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