| Song | Hot This Year |
| Artist | Kid Capri |
| Artist | Brand Nubian |
| Album | Soundtrack To The Streets |
| 作词 : DeCharlis, Dixon, Green ... | |
| *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 |
| zuò cí : DeCharlis, Dixon, Green ... | |
| 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 semiauto lip | |
| Your whole body get hit, then you start dancin and shit | |
| diamond d | |
| And i' m the, overweight afrodiesiaic | |
| I only lick two and pass if your trees be black | |
| I leave the, promoters screamin " won' t you please be back?" | |
| Detonating, till bellbottom 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 god' 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 aromatic, 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 overseas 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 hiphop, straight to your mouth, word up | |
| I' m outta here |