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
'? 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,
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? Hang 'em high
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
sayin' it's you and I, bring your clique, bring your clique Do or die, I'm sayin' it's you and I, bring your clique Yo, yo Kid Capri is the dopest, open
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 almighty Kid Capri
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
ya? Niggaz wander 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
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
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 rolling with the Kid Capri
Yeah, once again presenting, Kid Capri Ras Kass the waterproof MC, Punchline These fagot MCs be on skis with the microphone though But it's all downhill
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
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
Kid Capri Me and my man, na, representive from the N.Y.C Sound check 1, 2 hear me loud and clear 'Cause I got something that you need to hear Kid Capri
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
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
ah get up, ah get up Ah get up, ah get up-ahhhhhh Just funkin it up, just funkin it up Funkit up-ahhhhhh [Kid Capri] Worrrrrrrrrrrrd up! Another fat Kid Capri
Vertimas: Kid Capri. Ar Or Die.
