Nas, Kid Capri - Soundtrack to the Streets lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Nas, Kid Capri - Soundtrack to the Streets lyrics]
It's the one and only Kid Capri
So y'all feel this one, come on!
My antidote to the dope add
Drugs in the party
Pistol-whippin' your body lyrical odyssey
Y'all ain't smoke real shit less
Y'all smokin' with me
And y'all ain't heard real shit
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'mma 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 balls
Police won't even question at all
It's the Esc- to the bar, connects in PR
Overlord of rap, US, France to Ecuador
Have you ever met a QB gangsta, who would
Shake your hand and turn ya
Back he would shank ya?
Niggas want the street you lookin' for me
You want the hot shit you
Must cop the Kid Capri ladies dance to it
Niggas pound that in your Jeep
Esco' and Kid Capri
With the motherfuckin' Soundtrack
To the Street, thugs pop to it
Sell rocks to it
Puffin L's poppin' Glocks to it
Me and the streets share the same vein
Same pain the whole game changed
Niggas with no brain could make dough
Off of cocaine, Colombian neckties
Democrats to Bill Clinton gotta respect Nas
Customized flow
Words stitched into the seams
Tailor made lyrics words fit ya
Spit scripture worship
Far from Ali, niggas 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' shit
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
Uhh, what? Kid Capri
Soundtrack to the Street a
Theme for every hood
Every lockdown facility
Get oxed down for grillin' me
Right down hostility
Iced down with friends of ours
Respect money and power and
Them honeys that swallow
But what's becoming of Pablo
Nothing but bigger bank
Fuck you niggas think I ride for?
Same thing niggas die for, so we draw guns
The same time in this war
Leave your mind on the floor
Niggas doing thirty to life to
Survive in this world
Transporting keys that's inside of a door
Opening spots from Little Rock to Baltimore
Smoked out
Chillin' on the Kid Capri world tour
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
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!
So y'all feel this one, come on!
My antidote to the dope add
Drugs in the party
Pistol-whippin' your body lyrical odyssey
Y'all ain't smoke real shit less
Y'all smokin' with me
And y'all ain't heard real shit
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'mma 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 balls
Police won't even question at all
It's the Esc- to the bar, connects in PR
Overlord of rap, US, France to Ecuador
Have you ever met a QB gangsta, who would
Shake your hand and turn ya
Back he would shank ya?
Niggas want the street you lookin' for me
You want the hot shit you
Must cop the Kid Capri ladies dance to it
Niggas pound that in your Jeep
Esco' and Kid Capri
With the motherfuckin' Soundtrack
To the Street, thugs pop to it
Sell rocks to it
Puffin L's poppin' Glocks to it
Me and the streets share the same vein
Same pain the whole game changed
Niggas with no brain could make dough
Off of cocaine, Colombian neckties
Democrats to Bill Clinton gotta respect Nas
Customized flow
Words stitched into the seams
Tailor made lyrics words fit ya
Spit scripture worship
Far from Ali, niggas 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' shit
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
Uhh, what? Kid Capri
Soundtrack to the Street a
Theme for every hood
Every lockdown facility
Get oxed down for grillin' me
Right down hostility
Iced down with friends of ours
Respect money and power and
Them honeys that swallow
But what's becoming of Pablo
Nothing but bigger bank
Fuck you niggas think I ride for?
Same thing niggas die for, so we draw guns
The same time in this war
Leave your mind on the floor
Niggas doing thirty to life to
Survive in this world
Transporting keys that's inside of a door
Opening spots from Little Rock to Baltimore
Smoked out
Chillin' on the Kid Capri world tour
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
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!