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Текст песни Kid Capri f Nas - Soundtrack to the Streets

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[Kid] Yeahhhhh![Nas] Uhh, QB[Kid] All the people in the place! It`s the one and only Kid Capri[Nas] Uhh, TM nigga[Kid] Along with my man Nas Escobar[Nas] Ill Will[Kid] We about to take this one all around the world So y`all feel this one, come on!Verse One: NasMy antidote to the dope add drugs in the partyPistol-whippin your body lyrical oddesseyY`all ain`t smoke real shit less y`all smokin with meAnd y`all ain`t heard real shit, til you heard it from meEscobar, I toasted with Frank White, to this new eraof gangster life, slangin words in the micThanks to the life, I urge y`all to write painYou a whore to the war, I remain a virgin that`s tightThis game I`ma run til it`s done, stack my fundsPackin guns, clean each gat, once a monthHope ya toast carry heavy as the vest on your chestHope you squeeze it cause you`re only safe from stomach to chestEverything else, left open, I`m smokinNext to your balls, police won`t even question at allIt`s the Esc- to the -bar, connects in ?Piar?Overlord of rap, U.S. France to EcuodarChorus: NasHave you ever met a QB gangsta, who wouldshake your hand and turn ya back he would shank ya?Niggaz want the street you lookin for meYou want the hot shit you must cop the Kid CapriLadies dance to it, niggaz pound that in your JeepEsco` and Kid Capri, with the motherfuckin Soundtrackto the Street, thugs pop to it, sell rocks to itPuffin L`s poppin glocks to itVerse Two: NasMe and the streets share the same vein, same painThe whole game changed, niggaz with no brain could make doughoff of cocaine, Colombian necktiesDemocrats to Bill Clinton gotta respect NasCustomized flow, words stitched into the seamsTailor made lyrics words fit ya, spit scripture worshipFar from Ali, niggaz can`t spar with the kidRegardless of your bid or who you partners withSpit, cartridges at so-called hard ni-ggazYou get, sparked and hit, held as hostagesYou know how the mobsters is from the heart of the BridgeWe just started gettin dough, yo pardon the kidI ain`t used to havin shit, my youth as bad as it getGhetto bound first lesson was to let off roundsShots, echo the town, New York, home ofthe Harlem mix tape, master as we all know him nowChorusVerse Three: NasUhh, what? Kid CapriSoundtrack to the Street a theme for every hoodEvery lockdown facility, get ?oxed? down for grillin meWrite down hostility, iced down with friends of oursRespect money and power and them honies that swallowBut what`s becomin Apollo, nuttin but bigga bankFuck you niggaz think I ride for?Same thing niggaz die for, so we draw gunsthe same time in this war, leave your mind on the floorNiggaz doin thirty to life to survive in this worldTransportin keys that`s inside of a doorOpenin spots from Little Rock to BaltimoreSmoked out, chillin on the Kid Capri world tourChorus[Kid Capri]YeahWord up, come onWe make it bump one time word upMy man Nas make it bump one time come onCome on, we make it bump one time word upThe Kid Capri make it bump one time come onChorus[Kid Capri]And I say party people, it`s the Kid CapriNas Escobar, Soundtrack to the StreetsJumpin off, youknowhatI`msayin?You a part of history, stay tuned, uh!

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