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Uh-huh uh-huh, TrackMasters
(Kid Capri) Uhh, uncontrollable hotness on this plate From state to state, it's Noreaga the great I'm the Kid Capri, y'all DJ niggaz, play this shit twice Yo Nore, tell the story! (Noreaga) Yo, yo, yo, aiyyo chicken I knew, her man named Taboo Friend named Gina, we used to call her Buckwheater Always come around and just roll reefer We used to tell her to stop, but she won't either Her nigga Que said he'd f**k her but he won't eat her Chicken I knew came through, and boned Peter Buckwheater got the word ya heard? I don't know how Whoever went and told gotta be so foul So much, playa hatin gotta change the style Niggaz wanna go and tell about a doggystyle Buckwheater called me up on the phone Said she ain't really mad cause she f**ked 'Pone Now she on some other shit, wanna bone Tone Player like E.T. wanna phone home Crazily I zone, shorty gotta call me back when she grown What? (Kid Capri) Where the party at? C'mon, now where the party at? C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at? Everybody c'mon, now where the party at? C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at? Everybody c'mon, now where the party at? Noreaga c'mon, now where the party at? C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at? C'mon! (Noreaga) Yo, yo let me set it off, show you how I'll break you off N.O.R.E., so f**k y'all competitors Either you a live chick, or a regular whore Yo I knew this chick, used to rhyme and shit I used to lie to her, tell her that I'd buy her shit Yo a crib, the diamonds, plus a whip Yo I went to the crib, to put it on Aiyyo, and on the real, woulda put her on But even when I wrote it, yo the bitch couldn't quote it I found it real foul, like she demoted One thing she could do though, is deep throat it But I kept it real, bitch still ain't got a record deal Mention my name, keep it simple and plain She was, off the meter when she seen wood grain Told the bitch maintain, now we do the same Or we can hit the telly up, you can give me some brain What? (Kid Capri) Now where the party at? C'mon, now where the party at? C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at? Noreaga c'mon, now where the party at? Uhh uhh, uhh, now where the party at? What what c'mon, now where the party at? C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at? Everybody c'mon, now where the party at? C'mon! (Noreaga) Yo, to all the bitches, never gave a nigga pussy Aiyyo this one's for y'all, I make one for y'all Dedicated, hatin me, gang related Either I turned you off, asked you to suck my dick or I felt your tits and came off too quick Tried to f**k on the first night, called you a bitch And I'm a thug nigga, so I don't bite my tongue And I ain't choosy, yo I take a bitch how she come You could be a doodoo head boo, and still have fun But you know bitches, they wanna act all ill Actin like they really real cause they f**kin squeal Said she know Jay-Z, and she know Shaquille Chicken add me to the list, so what's the deal? Want a nigga waitin long, I'm off later She be callin me up, askin 'Noreaga?' Yo whattup, f**k the talkin let's just f**k "Yo I like the song where you say what-what" Hang up, call me back when you bout some butt What? (Kid Capri) Now where the party at? C'mon, now where the party at? C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at? Keep it movin c'mon, now where the party at? Move it! Move it! Now where the party at? C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at? Yo Noreaga! Yo where the party at? C'mon, c'mon, now where the party at? Keep it movin, uh uh uhh Uh, uh uh uhh uh Keep it movin, uh uh uhh Uh, uh uh uhh uh Keep it movin, now where the party at? Uh, uh, now where the party it? Keep it movin, uh, where the party at? Yeah yeah, now where the party at? Word up, one time Noreaga Forever baby |
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I'm comin for ya, I? in the cut, creepin?up, now I? on ya
it goes to the break of dawn, and it just don? stop, lyric fist fights brothers we don? need no glocks It goes peace, if you come to see me rebel 2nafish will come ready like I was Edie Brickell I'm everlasting, never will my head expand this publisher is clearing house like I was Ed McMahan I?l getcha open like a bullet wound come test the repertoire and I?l connect a right cross to your upper jaw I? on my toes, all my foes beware cuz 2nafish will tackle flows like I? Rosie Greer I? hear to tell you the response is choice comin to smother the brother with the monster voice is going to wipe slow specimenI got the hype so listen in, lyrical nitroglycerin we pack a punch like an earthquake set, comin through your tape deck is how we shape shift so all you critics out there take shelter or you?l be on my conveyor belt when I melt ya |
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