poem on its yellowed page. Leave the gray macaw in his covered cage. Let the traveling band on the interstate remain. Cause everything must belong somewhere. Sound
poem on its yellowed page Leave the gray macaw in his covered cage Let the traveling band on the interstate remain 'Cause everything, it must belong somewhere Sound
us 12 months ago? Yo, you didn't know bro, now you want a show Toons tell 'em what's up (Give it up sucker duck) Yeah, remember that the capital W told
me now 'fore I get on a roll (Damn) Let me tell you What this pretty little dame's name is 'Cause she's kinda famous And I hope that I don't sound too
up a perimeter Interrogate the prisoner, ransack your residence Order from the President to document this evidence Company commander, this is my version of capital
sea and land mover Crescent heights, Cali up north to Vancouver Molecular monitors censors an anaconda that harbors A feeling for heat and armor and eating a snake charmer Capital
m, the man that loves to flam And when I step into a jam I just slam like jordan And this is the world, accordin to me The capital-h-the-o-the-t, the-
, wash you're mouth out wit soap Thinking to be the last one wit the bad lingo Scooping on the skinz in the church from your bingo Sounds of the Mecca
And I'ma rip this, then I'ma hop hip Better yet hip-hop, 'cause you're a drip-drop Small as a pebble, while Heavy D's a bedrock I am the capital, H
' Nigga is you thinkin' that our fate is violent I love my nigga for the fact that he real And nobody on the faculty squeal, what? And if you facin' capital
The bitch slap master up in the place I'll bitch slap your train wrecked face Don't assume friendliness with fame I'll bitch slap the sound out your
Wesson I can grab the luger, What? And right before I shoot ya I snap your back like I was Lex Luger Chronic weed abuser (Wooooo!) As we capitalize
rapture ripped ya scripture I'll mac a meal infact until I stack the bills ta rack the skills ta get a track ta kill them rap at will, the I is capital
turn out I keep it raw on tour, feet stay on the floor United capital rounds, mega droppin them pounds Big Hank I roll through with tanks, man droppin them sound
to stand and nigga ya playing If your all shit surrounding I'm abandoning I strike back like heaven on I'm on a spree taking out all niggas sounding
outside playing hopscotch And every know this is the hot spot Welcome to my hood Them boys will put you down on your knees (Woop, woop) That's the sound
let my Motherfuckin' nut's hang and spit on you nigga's I don't need star's on my chest to make my fuckin' name bigger I'm the capital y-a from the three