Joke's On You Jack Lyrics - Singles - Kid Capri

(the joke's on you, jack ) --> l.l. cool j 

(ha-ha-ha) 

[ verse 1: kid capri ] 

Oh you (you) started somethin new 

Sorry, that is somethin that you're used to 

Keep quiet, cause kid capri is teachin this 

Sure you think I slept, but only if 

We can conclude this matter 

But your last feelings will still be the same 

(the joke's on you, jack) 

Yes, it's on you, jack 

Don't understand? then let me explain 

How I can get funky like this all day 

You really didn't think that this could be done 

Step into my path, you will feel the wrath 

How many take me out? none 

(the joke's on you, jack ) 

(ha-ha-ha) 

[ verse 2: kid capri ] 

Swish (swish) lords of funk from the foul line 

Boom-bammin, slammin like a alpine 

I know you hate us, but you better think ahead 

You try to dis us - you're dead 

For no reason at all 

You made yourself look like a crumb 

Man, you flipped, mouthed off with the lip 

You ended up bein kid capri's son 

Take your dukes, punk, show me what you got 

Then maybe you can fit in with the rest of the rookies 

(the joke's on you, jack) 

You wanna make a bet? 

The lords of funk is the hip-hop bookies 

(the joke's on you, jack ) 

(ha-ha-ha) 

Break it down 

(the joke) 

(ha-ha-ha) 

(the joke) 

(ha-ha-ha) 

(the joke's on you, jack ) 

(ha-ha-ha) 

Silver d (silver d) take it to the breakdown 

Money mark, please scratch to the northbound 

( *scratching* )okay, that's enough 

D and mark, he's beefin, call the kid's bluff 

( *scratching* ) 

[ verse 3: kid capri ] 

Oh man, you never heard it this good 

You wanna battle? do you really think you should? 

You got a crew that like to start trouble 

But in the end they get bust like a bubble 

Now, you should get taught some manners 

Come into my party and act polite 

Talk to the cuties and dance with some honeys 

And don't you come here lookin for a fight 

This is a party and not a warzone 

So open up your eyes, then maybe you'll see 

I'm bad like rambo, sort of like commando 

What's my name? (the kid capri) 

Man, I'm a bone-breaker, pounder like a heavyweight 

A rap teacher, here, let me demonstrate 

Better than ever, I'm tougher than leather 

Gotta make sure lords of funk stay together 

To rock violators one by one 

(yo man, why you do that, kid capri? ) 

Cause it's fun 

Stay away, close is prohibited 

Gettin dissed, well, how could you live with it? 

You're broke, you're weak, you're starvin, you're hungry 

You're lost, you're gone, you're dissed 

You are so mad, you're angry, you're upset, you're hurt 

And you're steamin and you're fumin and you're pissed 

You're ready to rob and steal, kidnap and kill 

Rape a woman with a bat 

Now let me make sure that you understand 

(the joke's on you, jack) 

Hah, the joke's on you, jack 

(the joke's on you, jack ) 

(ha-ha-ha) 

Man.. 

You! 

Hey, the joke's on you, jack 

Ha-ha-ha-ha! 

Come on