Letra Hot this year (feat. brand nubian and diamond) de Kid Capri

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Hot this year (feat. brand nubian and diamond)

featuring Brand Nubian Diamond D

[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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featuring Brand Nubian  Diamond D

[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