{*whistling wind sounds*}
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And now.. the quiet blizzard {*cracks up*}
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.. on your radio dial..
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I like doin this shit
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Now let me tell you it's Capri, and I'm as smooth as I wanna be
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Givin you flavor, constantly
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I never thought another rapper wanna step to this
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and get hisself caught up in the mix
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Cause this is a groove that I don't wanna lose
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and if you step wrong, you might get battered and bruised, huh
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And you don't want none of that my man
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Cause on stage, I'm bad with the microphone stand
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And all the girls love to see me perform
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Some niggaz said well, Capri got it goin on
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Tape master, blew up large
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And sit back, let my girl, give me a massage
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and sippin Dom Perignon, eatin grapes
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while Silver D makes the record, with no mistakes, huh
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This is the life, so how could I give it up?
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If anything, the ? is gonna live it up
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And Money Mark, he's sharp as an Acura
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You used to laugh, so now he's laughin back at ya
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So now you know how it feels when the tables turn
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Kid Capri is in effect and I'm here to burn
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And now you're beggin and beggin for more
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So let's face it, this is what you came here for
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This is what you came here for
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Ah come on baby, yeahhhahhh
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This is what you came here for
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This is what you came here for (for) so don't you move
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Sit back, listen to the music and groove
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It's been a while since you had somethin smooth as this
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I don't think this is somethin, you wanna miss
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How could I show somebody that don't wanna be shown
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how to act grown, on the microphone
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All I need is somebody to hear what I say
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Give me my props, give it to me right away
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Now for a moment, I thought that I let you wait
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for the lyrics of a poet, Capri the great
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Rap lord with the twist, I promise you this
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that I'm, bad on the mic, double bad on the mix
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I put people in the groove I make big crowds move
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and I'll prove that I'm smooth and so now you gotta
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give me the benefit, of the doubt
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Let me show you what it is to turn a party out, huh
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I came here, to ease your mind
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If I didn't wanna rhyme would I waste my time? Huh
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I'm like a bodybuilder, I keep gettin thicker
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While I watch all sick rappers get sicker
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They's in cahoots, usin horns and, flutes
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Makin all kinds of weak, samples and loops, huh
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I can't see it, the crowd deserves more than that
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because they came to see a real rapper rap
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So Capri gives you more
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After all, this is what you came here for
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This is what you came here for
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Yeah, aw come on baby
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This is what you came here for
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Mmmhmhmmmmm
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This is what you came here for
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Lawwwwwwd, c'mon
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Ah come on let's compete ??
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This is what you came here for
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I will rock you all day long honey my love
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This is what you came here for
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Lawwwwwwd, yeah..
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This is what you came here for
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It's what you came for
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And DJ Doc let em know what you came here for
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This is What You Came Here For
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| Kid Capri |
