Artist: Fat Joe f/ Charli Baltimore
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(Kid Capri)
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Yes indeed, What the deal
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This is the world famous Kid Capri
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up here wit my man Joey Crack
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Joey Crack got this new joint coming out
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Yo Joey, tell 'em what the name of this joint is
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(Fat Joe)
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This is for the hoes and bitches
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(Kid Capri)
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A-yo what about all the young ladies, the positive young ladies
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(Fat Joe)
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Like I said this is dedicated to the hoes and bitches
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(Kid Capri)
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Speak on it man
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Verse 1-Fat Joe
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This ain't for the intelligent civilized divas
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for all the hoes and bitches who swallow nut by the leiters
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Two months pregnant madd dick pokin' the fetus
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But she don't give a damn still suckin' dick for sneakers
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You know the type, Damn dirty is right she even did it wit dice
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And made a dildo of ice
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A-yo it's like the hiest
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move ya phat ass to gain
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And if you love me baby girl give my friends some entertainment (Yo that's
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foul Joe)
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Hey yo I treat 'em how they act yo
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Behave like a hooker and played like a madd hoe
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Rumor has it that you take it in the asshole
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And wrap ya lips around my dick like a lasso
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I love the way you hold that
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Joe Crack bozak
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While niggas bone that
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My stomach's where ya nose at
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Just another hoe in the midst
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That does more than kiss when we start pourin' the 'cris
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(Chorus)
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All you bitches be fuckin' for money
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Playin' niggas but they can't get shit from me
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You ain't smokin' my lye
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Pushin' my ride and if you ain't fuckin' just walk on by
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All you bitches just walk on by
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Verse 2-Fat Joe
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I once knew a girl by the name of Savannah
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met her backstage at a show in Atlanta
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seemed like a nice girl, class and well-mannered
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When I took her to the hotel the bitch went bananas
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Did my eyes decieve me
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Was she suckin' three pee-pee's
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Caught it all on tape so I could watch it late on T.V.
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Couldn't wait to beep me
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Started in the car shorty caught the quick train from the Trinity stars
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Big Joe'll railroad
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Any frail hoe
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Have a bitch scream and yell throwin' elbows
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Now who the hell knows
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Why these girls fuck for cell phones
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Turnin' tricks for material shit
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Now bust it, You wanna hit it gotta pay top dollar
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These chics is hott rodders
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Wit grips like Rottwilers
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But why bother
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Picture me payin' a fee
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I'll just play like Akinyle and fuck these hoes for free
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(Chorus)
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Verse 3-Charli Baltimore
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Picture B-More on the floor on all fours
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mind must've lost yours
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never been tossed
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Tour thats what I do for ones
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Not whore baby thats what I do for fun
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Now I dread that I gave you head
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All because them four double A duracells went dead
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My vibrator....Huh!! playa hatin' on me
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Thinking you can hit this and get away scott free
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Now you boomeranged....All I wanted was some ac-tion
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Brought my own Branton
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Got my own mansion
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Now you off tryin' to front to yo niggas
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Cuz I blew ya back out and got my own figgas
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Please, you was just something to do
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Had a camcorder too
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How you like that boo
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You madd cuz I hit that and vanished
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Or cuz you on tape screamin' "CHARLI BALTIMORE" in spanish
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(Chorus)
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All you bitches be fuckin' for money
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Playin' niggas but they can't get shit from me
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You ain't smokin' my lye
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Pushin' my ride and if you ain't fuckin' just walk on by
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All you bitches just walk on by
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(Ad-libs til fade)
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Just walk on by
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See ya later yeah
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You scandulous hoe
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Walk On By
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| Charli Baltimore |
