"Kid Capri, plays beats like this.." [x4] [Daddy-O] Take tapes; everybody tapes Everybody buyin tapes that the DJ's make Twenty bucks a pop and they run non-stop and the jams are hot, to the very last drop POP POP in your car or your Jeep or whatever Sometimes people buy 'em like two and three together But did you ever wonder who's the best? Or argue with your friends to get it off your chest? Well let me introduce you to Kid Capri He's kind of like a favorite to me He's got a real dope way, of makin them tapes and I don't mind myself spendin them papes I pump it in the Volvo that I ride Most times with my girl to the left of my side In the city of New York with celebrities and a cool DJ named Kid Capri! Shoo-wop-shoo-wop-shoo-wop-shoo-wop-POW "Kid Capri, plays beats like this.." [x4] [Daddy-O] I hear a beat movin in a Jeep "Uptown, Uptown" and I guess it's "Kid Capri" with the big "dope sound" So skip to my loo, rather skip to Capri You bring the skins and the ride's on me And we can parlay like peas in a pod Grin for the girls and give a piece to the Gods The rest of the pie you can leave for my crew Give a toast to the fools that knew that if it don't fit don't force that flow So how many times I gotta let you know that the Dad got a new way of runnin the show? Just like Shabba Ranks goin, "Bo! Bo! Bo!" Crashin all them doubts that you had befo' And friendly as a food stamp is to the po' Bein all them things that I wants to be and slammin like a tape by Kid Capri - break it down for me! .. Shoo-wop-shoo-wop-shoo-wop-shoo-wop-POW "Kid Capri, plays beats like this.." [x4] [Daddy-O] Whether in Brooklyn, parolin with my peeps or Lower Manhattan, where I shop upon the street There's one thing to say (??) everyone I meet Everybody's fiendin for a fat funky beat Well here's a fat beat that'll rock your socks Comin straight from the school that we call hard knocks cause it knocks you HARD upside your dome and commands like a law that's etched in stone Watch the Dad blow up on the solo tip Feet firm to the ground with the kung-fu grip Sharp as a whip might strike your back Choke you up like a Winston straight from the pack And if it's them beats that'll make you ill Kid Capri got a tape that'll fit that bill And once you get hooked you won't know how to act Tradin tapes like baseball cards in stacks Lookin for the mix that suits you best Takin care like the Doc on Empty Nest Just remember that the tapes don't come for free So whenever you pay, pay for Kid Capri! "Kid Capri.." [x3] "Kid Capri, plays beats like this.." [x8] [Daddy-O] Yo I'd like to give a shout out to all the DJ's Uptown I wanna let y'all know I ain't forget about you Ron G, S&S, Chill Will, Doo Wop.. rock on, to the break of down Lovebug Starski...
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