Kid Capri Pay Attention lyrics

Oh, that'll work, word, smooth
Ooh, this one goes to all the coolouts
All the old schoolers, all the new schoolers
My name is the Kid Capri with the Lords of Funk
And we gon' smooth it out like this, bust it

Make it real mellow, bet it be smoother than a cello
And while we're at it, rest in peace to [unverified]
Now make it real cute, make it sound like a flute
It's gonna drop just like a parachute

I can't wait to see my name on a marquee
They're gonna put it right there where it should be
I'm gonna blow up and man I can taste it
And anyone that don't like it, face it
The Kid Capri is goin' to war and that's the truth

I gotta prove to these suckers that I'm bulletproof
I'm playin' low key for a little bit in the studio
Tryin' to make a hit, I work for hours and hours
And days and days thinkin' about all the cash this pays
But nevertheless I gotta be the best

I gotta dress to impress and have a girl
With the Guess Jeans on her behind, the girl is so fine
I love the way she light the candle when we wine and dine
I electrify minds, exterminate suckers
Play a little music at the games, the Ruckers

Be on the court, playin' what they're taught
Once it's finished, I'll be chillin' in a fly resort
Now many have tried to diss my face
'Cause the girls stare when I come in the place
I'm not braggin' but I gotta say that I'm great

The more you see me is the more that you appreciate my talent
Superb expertise for rap
And everything that goes with including your clap
'Cause I'm strong, my strategy is highly talked about
And I'm takin' no shorts, I'm goin' all out

I despise those guys that come in my face
And say I'll battle you any time, any place
I just shake my head and say, "Yeah, right"
But it's a whole different story once we're on the mic
I'm not sayin' I'm the best but I never fall

And I serve crab rappers like it's nothin' at all
You know, the dope sayin', "Easier said than done"
Well, I did it, it was easy and I had fun
Doin' what I like, takin' brothers off the mic
Cold slammin' over parties with the rhymes that you like


Need I say to the crowd as the system kicks loud
Just as long as I can keep your body movin' I'm proud
The sound we supply make you people keep in step
I wanna make sure the syllables connect
And you think about a battle, well, how could you win?

You never wanna come across the Lords again
And Money Mark is in the house
Without a doubt, Money Mark is in the house
And my man Silver D, he got it goin' on
He won't steer you wrong 'cause the brother got it goin' on

And the Kid Capri is definitely in effect
The man Kid Capri is definitely in effect
You ever try to diss I just might get wreck
The man Kid Capri is definitely in effect a word up

And Biz Mark, he got it goin' on
And my man Kool V, he got it goin' on
And the DJ Doc, he got it goin' on
And my man Troy Outlaw we got it goin' on

My man the Don, he got it goin' on
To my man Kid D, he got it goin' on
And the Troopa Luv crew, we got it goin' on
And it's the Lords of Funk, we never ever, ever steer you wrong

Ah, yes, yes, y'all, it gets fresh y'all
Ah, yes, yes, y'all, it gets fresh y'all
It gets fresh, get fly, we get on down
Lords of Funk baby doll, we're the talk of the town

And that's for those that like to cool out
In the old school, the new school
Whatever school with all the schools
You know what I'm sayin'?
We do all that, we can do all that

But there's one thing I must say before I go
Rest in peace to my man, Jigga G
Rest in peace to my man, Jigga G
Comin' from the immortal words of DJ Kid Capri
Rest in peace to my man, Jigga G

And rest in peace to my man Poppa Duke
Rest in peace to my man Poppa Duke
Sounds so sweet like somebody playin' a flute
Rest in peace to my man, Poppa Duke, word up
And I'm outta here, come on