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The fuck? Lame, the fuck is wrong with you cap ass niggas? C-A-P Old rappin' ass nigga Ain't no cap in my rap, you dig On God Ain't no cap in my rap, hottest youngin in my city I got racks just like tennis, tennis chains on my pendant, oh Ever since a lil one I've been gettin' it, no pretending Just a bad boy like Diddy, yeah you know a nigga with it I ran up them commas and bought a Benz for my mama I trapped them grams out my gram's, you can go and ask my cousin Came from playin' in the sand, now I'm playin' with them hundreds I'm just saying I was thuggin', now I'm hotter than the oven Had a .38 snub nose, Scottie Pippen And I took that bitch to school, never got caught with it I gave it to my nigga, then I went and bought a semi Yeah I'm damn near up a milli and I just turned 20 I'm just ridin' with these hundreds, yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout guns and money Shootin' like I'm Tony, show me my opponent I keep that forty on me, yeah you know that I ain't lonely I keep that forty on me, yeah you know that I ain't goin' And I hope God with you nigga, if you run up on me Just a young nigga trigger happy, I can't wait to blow it Better slow your roll, you know I let it go SongtexteChoppers with me, tote, Alliyah, rock the boat And my pockets swole, stuff my pants with dough, yeah I'm rockin' all this gold, yeah, it came from rockin' shows Goddamn Glock, why you drip like that? 'Cause I ain't never have shit so I flex with these racks Bitch I came from pushin' packs, now all my shows is packed Yeah I still got them sacks, might go fuck off in Saks, yeah Young nigga hard, bitch, all I spit is crack Watch me hit a home run bitch, 'cause I'm next at bat And I tell your baby mom suck it just like DX 'Cause I'm a nigga with a lot, you see this shit on my neck Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah No cap in my rap (no cap) No cap in my rap (no cap) Yeah Aus Songtexte Mania