[Kid Capri]
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Oh that'll work.. word.. ssssssmooth!
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Oooh, this one goes to all the coolouts
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All the old schoolers, all the new schoolers
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My name is the Kid Capri, with the Lords of Funk
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And we gon' smooth it out like this, bust it
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Make it real mellow, bet it be smoother than a cello
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And while we're at it, rest in peace to (?)
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Now make it real cute, make it sound like a flute
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It's gonna drop, just like a parachute
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I can't wait to see my name on a marquee
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They're gonna put it right there where it should be
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I'm gonna blow up, and man I can taste it
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And anyone that don't like it - face it!
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The Kid Capri is goin to war, and that's the truth
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I gotta prove to these suckers that I'm bulletproof
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I'm playin low key, for a little bit
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In the studio, tryin to make a hit
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I work for hours and hours and days and days
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Thinkin about all the cash this pays
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But nevertheless I gotta, be the best
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I gotta, dress to impress, and have a girl with the Guess jeans
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on her behind, the girl is so fine
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I love the way she light the candle when we, wine and dine
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I electrify minds, exterminate suckers
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Play a little music at the games, the Ruckers
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Be on the court, playin what they're taught
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Once it's finished I'll be chillin in a fly resort
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Now many, have tried to diss my face
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Cause the girls, stare, when I come in the place
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I'm not braggin, but I gotta say that I'm great
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The more you see me is the more that you a-ppreciate
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my talent, superb expertise for rap
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And everything that goes with, including your clap
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cause I'm strong, my strategy is highly talked about
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And I'm takin NO shorts, I'm goin ALL OUT!
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I despise those guys that come in my face
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and say I'll battle you, any time, any place
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I just - shake my head and say, "Mmm yeah right"
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But it's a whole different story once we're on the mic
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I'm not sayin I'm the best, but I never fall
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and I serve crab rappers like it's nothin at all
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You know the dope sayin easier said than done
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Well I did it, it was easy, and I had fun
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doin what I like, takin brothers off the mic
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Cold slammin over parties with the rhymes that you like
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Need I say to the crowd as the system kicks loud
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Just as long as I can keep your body movin I'm proud
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The sound we supply make you people keep in step
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I wanna make sure, the syllables connect
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And you think about a battle, well how could you win?
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You never wanna come across, the Lords again
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And Money Mark is a in, the house
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Without a doubt, Money Mark is in the house
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And my man Silver D, he got it goin on
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He won't steer you wrong, cause the brother got it goin on
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And the Kid Capri is definitely in effect
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The man Kid Capri is definitely in effect
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You ever try to diss I just might get WRECK
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The man Kid Capri is definitely in effect a word up
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And Biz Mark, he got it goin on
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And my man Kool V, he got it goin on
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And the DJ Doc, he got it goin on
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And my man Troy Outlaw we got it goin on
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My man the Don, he got it goin on
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To my man Kid D, he got it goin on
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and the Troopa Luv crew, we got it goin on
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And it's the Lords of Funk, we never ever ever steer you wrong
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Ah yes yes y'all, it gets fresh y'all
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Ah yes yes y'all, it gets fresh y'all
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It gets fresh get fly, we get on down
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Lords of Funk baby doll we're the talk of the town
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And that's for those that like to cool out
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in the old school, the new school
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whatever school, with all the schools
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Yknahmsayin? We do all that, we can do all that
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But there's one thing I must say before I go
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Rest in peace to my man Jigga G
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Rest in peace to my man Jigga G
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Comin from the immortal words of DJ Kid Capri
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Rest in peace to my man Jigga G
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And rest in peace to my man Poppa Duke
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Rest in peace to my man Poppa Duke
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Sounds so sweet like somebody playin a flute
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Rest in peace to my man Poppa Duke, word up
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And I'm outta here.. c'mon!
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Pay Attention
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| Kid Capri |
