Kid Capri - Hot This Year lyrics

[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 *sh*** [diamond d] And i'm the, overweight afro-diesiaic I only lick two and pa** 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 *sh***, 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 *n***a* ain't the run of the mill Blow up your body at will, like a chick on the pill I make it hot to d**h, swing it from right to left Cuz i talk so much *sh*** 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 *n***a* frank purdue [diamond d] No more domestication, on some over-seas *sh*** Beat a *n***a a*** 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