KID CAPRI – SOUNDTRACK TO THE STREETS

Lyrics

(feat. Nas)
[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: Nas]
My antidote to the dope add drugs in the party
Pistol-whippin your body lyrical oddessey
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'ma 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 ?Piar?
Overlord of rap, U.S. France to Ecuodar
[Chorus: Nas]
Have you ever met a QB gangsta, who would
shake your hand and turn ya back he would shank ya?
Niggaz want the street you lookin for me
You want the hot shit you must cop the Kid Capri
Ladies dance to it, niggaz 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
[Verse Two: Nas]
Me and the streets share the same vein, same pain
The whole game changed, niggaz 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, niggaz 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
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: Nas]
Uhh, what? Kid Capri
Soundtrack to the Street a theme for every hood
Every lockdown facility, get ?oxed? down for grillin me
Write down hostility, iced down with friends of ours
Respect money and power and them honies that swallow
But what's becomin Apollo, nuttin but bigga bank
Fuck you niggaz think I ride for?
Same thing niggaz die for, so we draw guns
the same time in this war, leave your mind on the floor
Niggaz doin thirty to life to survive in this world
Transportin keys that's inside of a door
Openin spots from Little Rock to Baltimore
Smoked out, chillin on the Kid Capri world tour
[Chorus]
[Kid Capri]
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
[Chorus]
[Kid Capri]
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!

Paroles (Traduction)

(avec Nas)
[Enfant] Ouaiiiiiis!
[Nas] Uhh, QB
[Enfant] Toutes les personnes dans la place!
C'est le seul et unique Kid Capri
[Nas] Uhh, gars de TM
[Enfant] Avec mon pote Nas Escobar
[Nas] Ill Will
[Enfant] On s'apprête à faire voyager ce son à travers le monde
Alors ressentez ce son, allez!
[Couplet Un : Nas]
Mon antidote face à la dope, ajoutez des drogues dans la fête
Frapper ton corps à coups de pistolet, une odyssée lyrique
Vous n'avez pas fumé de vraie merde à moins de fumer avec moi
Et vous n'avez pas entendu de vraie merde, tant que vous ne l'avez pas entendu de moi
Escobar, j'ai trinqué avec Frank White, à cette nouvelle ère
de vie de gangster, balançant des mots dans le micro
Grâce à la vie, j'encourage à écrire la douleur
Tu es une pute à la guerre, je reste vierge et serré
Ce jeu, je vais le mener jusqu'au bout, empiler mes fonds
Portant des armes, nettoyant chaque flingue, une fois par mois
J'espère que votre toast est lourd comme le gilet sur votre poitrine
J'espère que vous le serrez car vous êtes en sécurité uniquement de l'estomac à la poitrine
Tout le reste, laissé ouvert, je fume
À côté de vos couilles, la police ne posera même pas de questions
C'est l'Esc- jusqu'au -bar, connecté à ?Piar?
Seigneur du rap, des États-Unis à la France en passant par l'Équateur
[Refrain : Nas]
As-tu déjà rencontré un gangster de QB, qui
te serre la main et te tourne le dos pour te poignarder ?
Les mecs veulent la rue, tu me cherches
Tu veux du bon son, tu dois copier le Kid Capri
Les dames

Thématique La vie en ville

Style Hip hop

Keywords DJing, New York

Entités normées Busta Rhymes, Jay-Z, Kid Capri, Lil' Mo, Nas