| Yeah, without a doubt, we up in here chillin'
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| This is the Kid Capri
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| And I’m in the house with Foxy Brown
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| For the nine-pound, plus one
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| And we got things goin' on, in a big way in here
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| You know what I’m sayin'?
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| So what we gon' do right now is want you to get involved
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| In what’s about to happen, yo, drop that Foxy
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| I’m Don like Perignon, peep me continuously to take money, indeed
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| They keep frontin' my firm’ll keep sumpin', Fox, freak sumpin'
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| B-12 Coupes flossin', high-post, off me, killin' 'em softly', like Fugees
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| My lah be straight cheddar, in K sweater
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| Them pussies fuck dicks, raw dog shit
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| Bubblin' mad chips, hard in the six, where we at, Brooklyn
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| And you know that, niggaz’ll get dismissed so peep this
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| I flows on like heron, Don like Deion, rewind the ill, na na
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| Layin' in the Telon, stone like Sharon, let’s see, niggaz say he really
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| Yappin' about how that dick be all that, he blowin' backs out
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| Please, I was in the drop three it was D and his man from D.C.
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| On some straight P.D., I ain’t mad Pa Pa, do your thing
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| Get your thug on, keep holdin' and I’ma keep rollin'
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| Now let me hear ya say, uh Na Na, Na Na
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| And let me hear ya say, uh Na Na, Na Na
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| And let me hear ya say, uh Na Na, Na Na
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| Ah let me hear ya say, uh Na Na, Na Na
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| Well, here we go now
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| You know the Na Na is all that
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| That’s why I get briquettes and lazarus and all that
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| In fact, my sex games, all that
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| 'Cause when I do my thing, no turnin' back
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| Bet that, I be stashin' in C-10
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| Chrome Lauren, shittin' hard in the Benz
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| Morocco bremen, niggaz scheamin'
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| Shoulda seen 'em, 850 y’all be men
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| Gettin' his wild on, frontin' at the bar, guzzlin' that low
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| Kiko, who he tryin' to style on? |
| Courvosier sipper, all day
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| He was ballin', sway while the beat is 360 ways
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| Anyway, I continues to floss iceberg shit on the ass, of course
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| That’s how we plays, high-post all day
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| Come 'round my way, see a true player play
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| Fox Boogie, straight ballin' all day
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| You know how I do nigga, the firm way, hey
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| Now let me hear you go, uh Na Na, Na Na
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| And let me hear you say, uh Na Na, Na Na
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| And let me hear you go, uh the Ill Na Na, Na Na
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| Let me hear you go, uh uh uh Na Na, Na Na
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| When it come to niggaz I’m game tight, game alright
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| High-post, I plays, the frame all night
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| Alright, life’s ill, push twenty mil
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| Easy, unplugged, fucks with, only thugs
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| Pretty niggaz too but I’m, seein' you
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| Definitely I’m, untouchable, hair
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| Strokin' the Na Na is like cocoa
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| Bitches a dime go loco for that flow doe
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| Shit, it’s dangerous, peep the wrist, explain this, rocks all crisp
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| Chicks fuckin' for nuttin', please mama, betta get that cheese
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| Villainese, on her knees, tell her fuck the mink, she want
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| A Persian Land frontin', from where he talkin' cribs then he sayin'
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| Sumpim', sexual status, we’s the baddest
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| Girls, we got the weapons, niggaz, got to have this
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| Pure shan Don frontin', to start sumpin'
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| He buggin', lustin' over nuttin', 'cause I’m gone
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| Now let me hear you go, uh Na Na, Na Na
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| And let me hear you go, uh Na Na, Na Na
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| And let me hear you say, uh 'cause this the Ill, Na Na, Na Na
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| 'Cause I wanna hear you go, uh Na Na, Na Na
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| Yeah, word up this is the Kid Capri
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| Along with Foxy Brown, big shouts to The Firm
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| Big shouts to the Track Masters
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| Big shouts to all my people in the Boogie Down B-X
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| Word up and everybody all over the world
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| 'Cause it’s goin' down like that
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| As we gon' get this money
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| We up outta here love |