Hot This Year lyrics

Artist  : Kid Capri 
Song : Hot This Year



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[Diamond D]
*talking on a phone
Yo Capri, yo this is Diamond, um..
Check it out um..I moved the session to next
Wednesday
At 12 noon, plug me in at D&D, you`ll be
outta there by one o`clock
Aiight? Call me back and umm..give me
confirmation.

[Sadat X]
I`m ageless, pageless, only want me for that
thing
Hang up the phone, wants to let it ring
Wit my gold chain, nothing as the hangin rope
Who wanna stay in court plus knowin the fact that
I`m smokey

[Lord Jamar]
Bust you in the back and play the low key
Trustin in the fact that where I go, knowbody
knows me
Maybe then I`ll go to where the weather is more
suited to my taste
And you got, uprooted in the first place

[Grand Puba]
I got the `Chelle fire, cuz I get deeper than Mya
Stay on shorties domes like them beauty parlor
dryers
Want some verbal spit from the semi-auto lip
Your whole body get hit, then you start dancin
and *shit*

[Diamond D]
And I`m the, overweight afro-diesiaic
I only lick two and pass if your trees be black
I leave the, promoters screamin "Won`t you
please be back?"
Detonating, till bell-bottom Lee`s come back

Chorus

Chorus [Kid Capri]
So Brand Nu`s, you can make it hot this year
And Diamond D, you can make it hot this year
So Brand Nu`s, you can make it hot this year
And Diamond D, you`re rollin wit the Kid Capri
Brand Nu`s you can make it hot this year
And Diamond D, we all can make it hot this year
Brand Nu`s, you can make it hot this year
And Diamond D, you`re rollin wit the Kid Capri

[Sadat X]
Aight, now here`s to y`all all and my new Bronx
address
I`m out wit the old *shit*, got a brand new
mattress
Don`t want no girl wit no flat chest
How `bout the one wit the ?pack less?
I tickle you laugh, but I just got the math
Over on Park Ave, off the concourse on ?
She took two and, she could do it
My whole crew got anger`s wit them
Similar to travellin, salesman hittin things from
women
Or whatever

[Lord Jamar]
Allah Uhakbar, Lord Jamar spit in devil`s face
like Roberto Alomar
Choke a Phillie L like Latrell Sprewell
Straight from the Rochelle where the G-O-D`s
dwell
I hope you didn`t think that we fell
We drink from the well, and it never runs dry
So we never gon die
We multiply wit mathematics, womens call us
charismatic
Smoke the aro-matic, too much, guess it`s a habit

Chorus

[Grand Puba]
Here me dog, cuz a *nigga* ain`t the run of the
mill
Blow up your body at will, like a chick on the
pill
I make it hot to death, swing it from right to
left
Cuz I talk so much *shit* I can taste it on my
breath
I got the head knock, keep rhyme flows under
padlock
Like comstock, wit more shoes than a Foot Locker
And it don`t stop, Diamond D and Brand Nu
Baggin more chickens than that *nigga* Frank
Purdue

[Diamond D]
No more domestication, on some over-seas *shit*
Beat a *nigga ass* till he says "please
quit"
While you home alone marinatin on cheese sticks
I`m in the back of the `Burban wit some Chinese
chicks
Lookin at a map, one chick on my lap
Tellin me how she was born in the year of the rap
But by the time we reach the house, there`s no
waitin in fact
All you see is ankles (YEAH, WHAT) from the front
to the back

Chorus

[Kid Capri]
Big shouts to my peoples all over Uptown
Big shouts to my peoples all over the world
Brand Nubian, big shouts to Diamond D
Big shouts to Diggin In The Crates
It`s the Kid Capri, and we puttin it down like
that
Straight hip-hop, straight to your mouth, word up
I`m outta here