Walk On By

[Kid Capri]

Yes indeed, What the deal

This is the world famous Kid Capri

up here wit my man Joey Crack

Joey Crack got this new joint coming out

Yo Joey, tell 'em what the name of this joint is

[Fat Joe]

This is for the hoes and bitches

[Kid Capri]

A-yo what about all the young ladies, the positive young ladies

[Fat Joe]

Like I said this is dedicated to the hoes and bitches

[Kid Capri]

Speak on it man

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]

This ain't for the intelligent civilized divas

for all the hoes and bitches who swallow nut by the leiters

Two months pregnant madd dick pokin' the fetus

But she don't give a damn still suckin' dick for sneakers

You know the type, Damn dirty is right she even did it wit dice

And made a dildo of ice

A-yo it's like the hiest

move ya phat ass to gain

And if you love me baby girl give my friends some entertainment (Yo that's

foul Joe)

Hey yo I treat 'em how they act yo

Behave like a hooker and played like a madd hoe

Rumor has it that you take it in the asshole

And wrap ya lips around my dick like a lasso

I love the way you hold that

Joe Crack bozak

While niggas bone that

My stomach's where ya nose at

Just another hoe in the midst

That does more than kiss when we start pourin' the 'cris

[Chorus]

All you bitches be fuckin' for money

Playin' niggas but they can't get shit from me

You ain't smokin' my lye

Pushin' my ride and if you ain't fuckin' just walk on by

All you bitches just walk on by

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]

I once knew a girl by the name of Savannah

met her backstage at a show in Atlanta

seemed like a nice girl, class and well-mannered

When I took her to the hotel the bitch went bananas

Did my eyes decieve me

Was she suckin' three pee-pee's

Caught it all on tape so I could watch it late on T.V.

Couldn't wait to beep me

Started in the car shorty caught the quick train from the Trinity stars

Big Joe'll railroad

Any frail hoe

Have a bitch scream and yell throwin' elbows

Now who the hell knows

Why these girls fuck for cell phones

Turnin' tricks for material shit

Now bust it, You wanna hit it gotta pay top dollar

These chics is hott rodders

Wit grips like Rottwilers

But why bother

Picture me payin' a fee

I'll just play like Akinyle and fuck these hoes for free

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Charli Baltimore]

Picture B-More on the floor on all fours

mind must've lost yours

never been tossed

Tour thats what I do for ones

Not whore baby thats what I do for fun

Now I dread that I gave you head

All because them four double A duracells went dead

My vibrator....Huh!! playa hatin' on me

Thinking you can hit this and get away scott free

Now you boomeranged....All I wanted was some ac-tion

Brought my own Branton

Got my own mansion

Now you off tryin' to front to yo niggas

Cuz I blew ya back out and got my own figgas

Please, you was just something to do

Had a camcorder too

How you like that boo

You madd cuz I hit that and vanished

Or cuz you on tape screamin' "CHARLI BALTIMORE" in spanish

[Chorus]

All you bitches be fuckin' for money

Playin' niggas but they can't get shit from me

You ain't smokin' my lye

Pushin' my ride and if you ain't fuckin' just walk on by

All you bitches just walk on by

[Ad-libs til fade]

Just walk on by

See ya later yeah

You scandulous hoe