Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It's Like That, artist - Kid Capri. Album song Vol.2 ... Hard Knock Life, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: S. Carter Enterprises
Song language: English
It's Like That |
Yeah, uh-huh, watch this y’all |
Uhh, watch this y’all |
C’mon, Jigga, watch this y’all |
C’mon, Roc-A-Fella y’all. |
It’s Kid Capri and Jay-Z, it’s Jay-Z and Kid Capri |
Cause I’m like that yo! |
I’m really like that |
As a young’un dumbin, gun in the waist |
Sold crack to those who couldn’t take the pain |
And had to numb it with base |
Couldn’t drink the Henny straight, I needed somethin to chase |
Nowadays I throw shots back, leavin nuttin to waste |
Life’s like a treadmill, niggas runnin in place |
Gettin nowhere fast, a whole year done past |
I vowed to never stop winnin, 'til the earth stop spinnin |
Rock hot linen, cop hot cars and hot women |
If it’s not him then you got it confused, y’all not rememberin |
My motto is simply I will not lose |
Abide by the block rules, I buy my glocks used |
wit bodies on it, let me know anybody want it? |
I’m raised, illrational, way misunderstood |
If you ain’t live like I live, been one with the hood |
I done what I could, to come up with this paper 'til this day still |
Run with the hood, guess it’s part of my nature |
If hell awaits a, nigga I’m comin with the razors |
Still flashin ya shit, try to pass me in a six |
Type classy on the wrists, every bit of 30 karats |
This is, not a game this is not why I came |
May these words find a spot on your brain and burn |
Then I recycle my life I shall return |
: Female voice and Jay-Z |
How tight is your flow? |
Cause I’m like that yo How right is your dough? |
Cause I’m like that yo How white is your blow? |
Cause I’m like that yo Only, write what you know |
Cause I’m like that |
I’m a hop skip and a jump from grippin the pump |
Spittin a couple of curse words, and hittin you chump |
Shit, I get digits in lumps |
I’m a motherfuckin problem, is this what you want? |
Overachiever, I love chicks that puff cheeba in reefer paper |
I hate the ones that blow up ya beeper |
Cause I, go in ya deeper, I only bone divas |
Impregnate the world when I cum through your speakers |
Fuck hot, my records got the fever |
Niggas kick dirt, get ya whole block sweeped up I creep up when the beef heats up Caught him with his feet up and shoes off, bout to snooze off |
Hatin, cause you can’t turn the booze off |
You dudes is too soft, why I don’t fuck with you all |
I might bark your ex, and spit at the locks |
But, other than that, I don’t be fuckin with cats |
Just me Ty and B.I., thug it like that |
E, Dame and Biggs, what’s fuckin with that? |
Y’all can never diss Jigga, get nothin for that |
Other than a couple of slugs in ya back |
Rappers y’all, runnin around like I won’t gun ya down |
Last nigga that fronted, two shots spun him around |
Lord, accept this offerin here’s somethin for your crown |
I admit no malice, I just met his challenge and won |
— Repeat 3x |
Girls and guns, all I want |
stock exchange, rocks and thangs |