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  • 作词 : Bernstein, Jones, Love
    [kid] yeahhhhh!
    [nas] uhh, qb
    [kid] all the people in the place!
    It's the one and only kid capri
    [nas] uhh, ****** ******
    [kid] along with my man nas escobar
    [nas] ill will
    [kid] we about to take this one all around the world
    So y'all feel this one, come on!
    Verse one: nas
    My antidote to the **** add drugs in the party
    Pistol-whippin your body lyrical oddessey
    Y'all ain't smoke real ************t less y'all smokin with me
    And y'all ain't heard real ************t, til you heard it from me
    Escobar, i toasted with frank white, to this new era
    Of gangster life, slangin words in the mic
    Thanks to the life, i urge y'all to write pain
    You a whore to the war, i remain a virgin that's tight
    This game i'ma run til it's done, stack my funds
    Packin guns, clean each gat, once a month
    Hope ya toast carry heavy as the vest on your chest
    Hope you squeeze it cause you're only safe from stomach to chest
    Everything else, left open, i'm smokin
    Next to your ******, police won't even question at all
    It's the esc- to the -bar, connects in ?piar?
    Overlord of rap, u.s. france to ecuodar
    Chorus: nas
    Have you ever met a qb gangsta, who would
    Shake your hand and turn ya back he would shank ya?
    ******z want the street you lookin for me
    You want the hot ************t you must cop the kid capri
    Ladies dance to it, ******z pound that in your jeep
    Esco' and kid capri, with the mother****** soundtrack
    To the street, thugs pop to it, sell rocks to it
    Puffin l's poppin glocks to it
    Verse two: nas
    Me and the streets share the same vein, same pain
    The whole game changed, ******z with no brain could make dough
    Off of *******, colombian neckties
    Democrats to bill clinton gotta respect nas
    Customized flow, words stitched into the seams
    Tailor made lyrics words fit ya, spit scripture wor************p
    Far from ali, ******z can't spar with the kid
    Regardless of your bid or who you partners with
    Spit, cartridges at so-called hard ni-ggaz
    You get, sparked and hit, held as hostages
    You know how the mobsters is from the heart of the bridge
    We just started gettin dough, yo pardon the kid
    I ain't used to havin ************t, my youth as bad as it get
    Ghetto bound first lesson was to let off rounds
    Shots, echo the town, new york, home of
    The harlem mix tape, master as we all know him now
    Chorus
    Verse three: nas
    Uhh, what? kid capri
    Soundtrack to the street a theme for every hood
    Every lockdown facility, get ?oxed? down for grillin me
    Write down hostility, iced down with friends of ours
    Respect money and power and them honies that swallow
    But what's becomin apollo, nuttin but bigga bank
    ****** you ******z think i ride for?
    Same thing ******z die for, so we draw guns
    The same time in this war, leave your mind on the floor
    ******z doin thirty to life to survive in this world
    Transportin keys that's inside of a door
    Openin spots from little rock to baltimore
    Smoked out, chillin on the kid capri world tour
    Chorus
    [kid capri]
    Yeah
    Word up, come on
    We make it bump one time word up
    My man nas make it bump one time come on
    Come on, we make it bump one time word up
    The kid capri make it bump one time come on
    Chorus
    [kid capri]
    And i say party people, it's the kid capri
    Nas escobar, soundtrack to the streets
    Jumpin off, youknowhati'msayin?
    You a part of history, stay tuned, uh!
  • 作词 : Bernstein, Jones, Love
    [kid] yeahhhhh!
    [nas] uhh, qb
    [kid] all the people in the place!
    It's the one and only kid capri
    [nas] uhh, ****** ******
    [kid] along with my man nas escobar
    [nas] ill will
    [kid] we about to take this one all around the world
    So y'all feel this one, come on!
    Verse one: nas
    My antidote to the **** add drugs in the party
    Pistol-whippin your body lyrical oddessey
    Y'all ain't smoke real ************t less y'all smokin with me
    And y'all ain't heard real ************t, til you heard it from me
    Escobar, i toasted with frank white, to this new era
    Of gangster life, slangin words in the mic
    Thanks to the life, i urge y'all to write pain
    You a whore to the war, i remain a virgin that's tight
    This game i'ma run til it's done, stack my funds
    Packin guns, clean each gat, once a month
    Hope ya toast carry heavy as the vest on your chest
    Hope you squeeze it cause you're only safe from stomach to chest
    Everything else, left open, i'm smokin
    Next to your ******, police won't even question at all
    It's the esc- to the -bar, connects in ?piar?
    Overlord of rap, u.s. france to ecuodar
    Chorus: nas
    Have you ever met a qb gangsta, who would
    Shake your hand and turn ya back he would shank ya?
    ******z want the street you lookin for me
    You want the hot ************t you must cop the kid capri
    Ladies dance to it, ******z pound that in your jeep
    Esco' and kid capri, with the mother****** soundtrack
    To the street, thugs pop to it, sell rocks to it
    Puffin l's poppin glocks to it
    Verse two: nas
    Me and the streets share the same vein, same pain
    The whole game changed, ******z with no brain could make dough
    Off of *******, colombian neckties
    Democrats to bill clinton gotta respect nas
    Customized flow, words stitched into the seams
    Tailor made lyrics words fit ya, spit scripture wor************p
    Far from ali, ******z can't spar with the kid
    Regardless of your bid or who you partners with
    Spit, cartridges at so-called hard ni-ggaz
    You get, sparked and hit, held as hostages
    You know how the mobsters is from the heart of the bridge
    We just started gettin dough, yo pardon the kid
    I ain't used to havin ************t, my youth as bad as it get
    Ghetto bound first lesson was to let off rounds
    Shots, echo the town, new york, home of
    The harlem mix tape, master as we all know him now
    Chorus
    Verse three: nas
    Uhh, what? kid capri
    Soundtrack to the street a theme for every hood
    Every lockdown facility, get ?oxed? down for grillin me
    Write down hostility, iced down with friends of ours
    Respect money and power and them honies that swallow
    But what's becomin apollo, nuttin but bigga bank
    ****** you ******z think i ride for?
    Same thing ******z die for, so we draw guns
    The same time in this war, leave your mind on the floor
    ******z doin thirty to life to survive in this world
    Transportin keys that's inside of a door
    Openin spots from little rock to baltimore
    Smoked out, chillin on the kid capri world tour
    Chorus
    [kid capri]
    Yeah
    Word up, come on
    We make it bump one time word up
    My man nas make it bump one time come on
    Come on, we make it bump one time word up
    The kid capri make it bump one time come on
    Chorus
    [kid capri]
    And i say party people, it's the kid capri
    Nas escobar, soundtrack to the streets
    Jumpin off, youknowhati'msayin?
    You a part of history, stay tuned, uh!