Hot This Year Lyrics by Kid Capri

Hot This Year Lyrics

    [diamond d]
    *talking on a phone
    Yo capri, yo this is diamond, um..
    Check it out um..i moved the session to next wednesday
    At 12 noon, plug me in at d&d, you'll be outta there by one o'clock
    Aiight? call me back and umm..give me confirmation.

    [sadat x]
    I'm ageless, pageless, only want me for that thing
    Hang up the phone, wants to let it ring
    Wit my gold chain, nothing as the hangin rope
    Who wanna stay in court plus knowin the fact that i'm smokey

    [lord jamar]
    Bust you in the back and play the low key
    Trustin in the fact that where i go, knowbody knows me
    Maybe then i'll go to where the weather is more suited to my taste
    And you got, uprooted in the first place

    [grand puba]
    I got the 'chelle fire, cuz i get deeper than mya
    Stay on shorties domes like them beauty parlor dryers
    Want some verbal spit from the semi-auto lip
    Your whole body get hit, then you start dancin and *shit*

    [diamond d]
    And i'm the, overweight afro-diesiaic
    I only lick two and pass if your trees be black
    I leave the, promoters screamin "won't you please be back?"
    Detonating, till bell-bottom lee's come back

    Chorus

    Chorus [kid capri]
    So brand nu's, you can make it hot this year
    And diamond d, you can make it hot this year
    So brand nu's, you can make it hot this year
    And diamond d, you're rollin wit the kid capri
    Brand nu's you can make it hot this year
    And diamond d, we all can make it hot this year
    Brand nu's, you can make it hot this year
    And diamond d, you're rollin wit the kid capri

    [sadat x]
    Aight, now here's to y'all all and my new bronx address
    I'm out wit the old *shit*, got a brand new mattress
    Don't want no girl wit no flat chest
    How 'bout the one wit the ?pack less?
    I tickle you laugh, but i just got the math
    Over on park ave, off the concourse on ?
    She took two and, she could do it
    My whole crew got anger's wit them
    Similar to travellin, salesman hittin things from women
    Or whatever

    [lord jamar]
    Allah uhakbar, lord jamar spit in devil's face like roberto alomar
    Choke a phillie l like latrell sprewell
    Straight from the rochelle where the g-o-d's dwell
    I hope you didn't think that we fell
    We drink from the well, and it never runs dry
    So we never gon die
    We multiply wit mathematics, womens call us charismatic
    Smoke the aro-matic, too much, guess it's a habit

    Chorus

    [grand puba]
    Here me dog, cuz a *nigga* ain't the run of the mill
    Blow up your body at will, like a chick on the pill
    I make it hot to death, swing it from right to left
    Cuz i talk so much *shit* i can taste it on my breath
    I got the head knock, keep rhyme flows under padlock
    Like comstock, wit more shoes than a foot locker
    And it don't stop, diamond d and brand nu
    Baggin more chickens than that *nigga* frank purdue

    [diamond d]
    No more domestication, on some over-seas *shit*
    Beat a *nigga ass* till he says "please quit"
    While you home alone marinatin on cheese sticks
    I'm in the back of the 'burban wit some chinese chicks
    Lookin at a map, one chick on my lap
    Tellin me how she was born in the year of the rap
    But by the time we reach the house, there's no waitin in fact
    All you see is ankles (yeah, what) from the front to the back

    Chorus

    [kid capri]
    Big shouts to my peoples all over uptown
    Big shouts to my peoples all over the world
    Brand nubian, big shouts to diamond d
    Big shouts to diggin in the crates
    It's the kid capri, and we puttin it down like that
    Straight hip-hop, straight to your mouth, word up
    I'm outta here

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