[Diamond D]
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*talking on a phone
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Yo Capri, yo this is Diamond, um..
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Check it out um..I moved the session to next Wednesday
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At 12 noon, plug me in at D&D, you'll be outta there by one o'clock
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Aiight? Call me back and umm..give me confirmation.
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[Sadat X]
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I'm ageless, pageless, only want me for that thing
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Hang up the phone, wants to let it ring
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Wit my gold chain, nothing as the hangin rope
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Who wanna stay in court plus knowin the fact that I'm smokey
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[Lord Jamar]
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Bust you in the back and play the low key
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Trustin in the fact that where I go, knowbody knows me
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Maybe then I'll go to where the weather is more suited to my taste
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And you got, uprooted in the first place
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[Grand Puba]
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I got the 'Chelle fire, cuz I get deeper than Mya
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Stay on shorties domes like them beauty parlor dryers
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Want some verbal spit from the semi-auto lip
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Your whole body get hit, then you start dancin and *shit*
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[Diamond D]
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And I'm the, overweight afro-diesiaic
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I only lick two and pass if your trees be black
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I leave the, promoters screamin "Won't you please be back?"
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Detonating, till bell-bottom Lee's come back
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Chorus
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Chorus [Kid Capri]
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So Brand Nu's, you can make it hot this year
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And Diamond D, you can make it hot this year
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So Brand Nu's, you can make it hot this year
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And Diamond D, you're rollin wit the Kid Capri
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Brand Nu's you can make it hot this year
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And Diamond D, we all can make it hot this year
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Brand Nu's, you can make it hot this year
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And Diamond D, you're rollin wit the Kid Capri
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[Sadat X]
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Aight, now here's to y'all all and my new Bronx address
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I'm out wit the old *shit*, got a brand new mattress
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Don't want no girl wit no flat chest
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How 'bout the one wit the ?pack less?
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I tickle you laugh, but I just got the math
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Over on Park Ave, off the concourse on ?
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She took two and, she could do it
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My whole crew got anger's wit them
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Similar to travellin, salesman hittin things from women
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Or whatever
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[Lord Jamar]
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Allah Uhakbar, Lord Jamar spit in devil's face like Roberto Alomar
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Choke a Phillie L like Latrell Sprewell
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Straight from the Rochelle where the G-O-D's dwell
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I hope you didn't think that we fell
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We drink from the well, and it never runs dry
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So we never gon die
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We multiply wit mathematics, womens call us charismatic
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Smoke the aro-matic, too much, guess it's a habit
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Chorus
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[Grand Puba]
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Here me dog, cuz a *nigga* ain't the run of the mill
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Blow up your body at will, like a chick on the pill
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I make it hot to death, swing it from right to left
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Cuz I talk so much *shit* I can taste it on my breath
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I got the head knock, keep rhyme flows under padlock
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Like comstock, wit more shoes than a Foot Locker
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And it don't stop, Diamond D and Brand Nu
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Baggin more chickens than that *nigga* Frank Purdue
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[Diamond D]
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No more domestication, on some over-seas *shit*
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Beat a *nigga ass* till he says "please quit"
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While you home alone marinatin on cheese sticks
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I'm in the back of the 'Burban wit some Chinese chicks
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Lookin at a map, one chick on my lap
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Tellin me how she was born in the year of the rap
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But by the time we reach the house, there's no waitin in fact
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All you see is ankles (YEAH, WHAT) from the front to the back
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Chorus
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[Kid Capri]
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Big shouts to my peoples all over Uptown
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Big shouts to my peoples all over the world
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Brand Nubian, big shouts to Diamond D
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Big shouts to Diggin In The Crates
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It's the Kid Capri, and we puttin it down like that
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Straight hip-hop, straight to your mouth, word up
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I'm outta here
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Hot This Year (Feat. Brand Nubian, Diamond)
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| Kid Capri |
