Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Capital , by - Ras Kass. Song from the album Institutionalized Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 04.08.2008
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Capital |
| Fuck Glocks, I got 60 shots thoughts |
| Selling niggas chalk they outlines on the sidewalk |
| With when I talk so, come at me real |
| Before I take it to your fucking face like Clearasil |
| See you can take a nigga out the ghetto |
| But you can’t take the ghetto out a nigga |
| Cause even uppermiddle class niggas tend to act an ass |
| Smoking blunts at the office station off the open ashe and ignite gas |
| C-ARSON the bushwazee, hot as hell in summer |
| Fuck a puppy truck, but us niggas get Dumb and Dumber |
| But it’s no wonder my cats pack thunder |
| And I got more raps/wraps then Mummy |
| Some motherfuckers better duck like Fluffy |
| These niggas hang on bungy and still wouldn’t jump me |
| (Ay you hear the shit that nigga) yeah, shit is quiet |
| So the next nigga to get a parking ticket starts to riot |
| «The Capital R-A» «S» |
| I’m eating every rapper on the plate to be |
| Phat and gain weight like Riki Lake |
| So wack MCs can catch one buck like mexicans on the corner selling rolls |
| And peanuts, nigga what |
| I perplex with styles iller then an episode from X Files |
| But fuck Fox they racist, cause COPS why they always show black peoples faces |
| And blurr all the white peoples faces |
| Plus they drop rocks, so I’m catching the Metro Rail |
| With the motherfucking Molotov and cordless microphone so I can blow up the spot |
| I guess it’s time C-arson started flossing |
| And got recognition for the assistent city of Compton |
| Though not quite a G it’s an MC thing |
| You got my patiences wearing thin as a G-string |
| Cause niggas ain’t shit but hoes with dicks |
| I know how they made, half man, half bitch |
| So get to stepping like the Delta Sigma Phi Betta |
| Cause I get player haters peeled like western potatoes |
| Turn red like tomatoes, intestines got them all looking like spaghetti |
| At house parties, niggas throw bullets like caffetti |
| Think about it, it’s all in the mind, it’s all in the nine |
| Cause they both commit the crime |
| Youngster done fucked in my house and doing shrooms |
| Niggas be in the mix like octoroon |
| «The Capital R-A» «S» |
| I like bitched with dimples and nipples the size of silver dollars |
| Chokin out LAPD Rottweilers like chihuahuas |
| Never had a 64 impala but now you want Deez |
| Like the individual dickrider |
| Dark skin, my pants sag, color me nigga |
| Some of my homies flag blue rags, some on the B-Side |
| Like Lord Digga, without a truce I got peace/piece |
| But at the house I keep heat so the first burgular |
| Makes me a murderer, I tear flesh with kanines |
| With nine lives like a feline but there’s still no pussy in it |
| So my mom makes 6 Gs a month and I still don’t give a fuck |
| Take me out if ya warna (Huh?) |
| These california niggas bout to put something on ya |
| So about as soon I start to search for survivors after the boom |
| I’m planting bombs in the Carson Hall restroom, nigga |
| «The Capital R-A» «S» |
| THE CAPITAL R-A-S YES |