Walk On By lyrics

[Intro: Kid Capri & Fat Joe]
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
This is for the hoes and b*tches
A-yo what about all the young ladies, the positive young ladies
Like I said this is dedicated to the hoes and b*tches
Speak on it man

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
This ain't for the intelligent civilized divas
For all the hoes and b*tches who swallow nut by the litres
Two months pregnant madd di*k pokin' the fetus
But she don't give a f*ck, still suckin' di*k 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 heist
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 ho
Rumor has it that you take it in the as*h*le
And wrap ya lips around my di*k like a lasso
I love the way you hold that
Joe Crack bozak
While n*ggas bone that
My stomach's where ya nose at
Just another ho in the midst
That does more than kiss when we start pourin' the 'cris
[Hook]
All you b*tches be f*ckin' for money
Playin' n*ggas but they can't get sh*t from me
You ain't smokin' my lye
Pushin' my ride and if you ain't f*ckin' just walk on by
All you b*tches 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 b*tch went bananas
Did my eyes deceive 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 ho
Have a b*tch scream and yell throwin' elbows
Now who the hell knows
Why these girls f*ck for cell phones
Turnin' tricks for material sh*t
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 f*ck these hoes for free
[Hook]
All you b*tches be f*ckin' for money
Playin' n*ggas but they can't get sh*t from me
You ain't smokin' my lye
Pushin' my ride and if you ain't f*ckin' just walk on by
All you b*tches just walk on by

[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 n*ggas
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
[Hook]
All you b*tches be f*ckin' for money
Playin' n*ggas but they can't get sh*t from me
You ain't smokin' my lye
Pushin' my ride and if you ain't f*ckin' just walk on by
All you b*tches just walk on by

[Outro]
(Ad-libs til fade)
Just walk on by
See ya later yeah
You scandulous ho