Lyrics:
world when you're the new kid in town, ain't it, Henry Boy
Well the North side is for diamond studded women subtly selling their wares
And the West side
Met a retarded kid named greg, with a wooden leg
Snatched it off and beat him over the head with the peg
Go to bed with a keg, wake up with a forty
and get me, man (phew, phew, grr, yeah)
And them hollows hit your chinny-chin, I'm like the Crimsion Chin (yeah, yeah)
Fuck your bitch, feel like a kid
people
We're the New Kids on the Block
Move it sucker emcees or you're gonna feel the wrath
So don't get caught up in the aftermath
'Cause we're
Uh Mr. Smith, Mr Smith, Mr Smith
Uh Mr Smith, it's the bomb y'knowhutI'msayin? Mr. Smith
Mr Smith, word up kid, yeah Mr Smith, check it out
I'm
to get that cream
it was hard but i did it graduated to the big screen
now im on tour and the kid got bigger dreams
chorus
you cant help me ive been away
them kids from the block man
We them kids from the block, we them kids from the block
We them kids from the block man
Verse two, now I'm back in the game
Crushed anyone opposed
(Lot of ladies)
Pop Cristal, toast to all those like
(Kid Capri)
Helpin' to unify both coasts
I'm twenty-six, still in the mix
the court talkin' 'bout Eminem made me do what I did
My own hard times rolled in like the fog
Try to think of others, but I can't get past my own thoughts
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
Better yet they flagrant
Keep these niggas right up out the game
Get these niggas right up out my lane
I just wanna do this fucking music
Boy and leave
and I know where I'm from
You hear LOX in your ear
Yeah, we at the airport out
D-Block, from the block where everybody Air Forced out
With a new white
'Cause the kids don't listen gettin' lots of flack
I be the do wa diddy up and down you block and
The 10 karat Kid with my triggers cockin'
The K the I
ain't the same for gangstas
The game just isn't the same its changing
To new Game
You're now about to witness the power
Only Dre can, judge me for
neighborhood celebrity
Is coppin rocks off the news kids on the block
At the same time tryna school them
But these hoodlums got heads as hard as the rocks that
up in smoke
(Repeat 2X)
Two years later, and things have changed
Hip hop evolved into a whole new game
NWA's holding down my block
Denise
was to let off rounds
Shots, echo the town, New York, home of
the Harlem mix tape, master as we all know him now
[Chorus]
Uh, what? Kid Capri
Well I got cotton in the bottom land
It's up and growin' and I got a good stand
My good wife and them kids of mine
Gonna get new shoes come pickin'
I'm addied up, added up
I just ate a plate for breakfast
Put it in a cup, then I mix it up with Texas
Chest feeling heavy like a midget on my
get money through gifts
They suck a cold hard wood for some cold hard cash
Or ride a brother good to put a foot up on the gas
So that brand new ride
the dealership tryin' to get a test drive
Nigga, you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by
I was raised in a time of regret and bad news (uh-huh)
So I was taught my values by bad dudes (uhh)
Hustlers and killers.. they taught me wrong
Used to get, bent, now I represent to the fullest
Pencil is full of insolent bullets
I'm like a Doberman Pinscher, Pitbull and a Rott'
Mixed with
Hey yo, it's Mr. Low,key, you need to go see
The host by far a mostly O.T., with a brand new show, but
You know how the flow be
'Cause when I
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