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