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Walk On By

Yes indeed, what the deal?

This is the world famous Kid Capri

Up here with 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 bitches

A-yo what about all the young ladies

The positive young ladies

Like I said, this is dedicated to the hoes and bitches

Speak on it man

This ain't for the intelligent civilized divas

For all the hoes and bitches who swallow nut by the liters

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 with 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 mad 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

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

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 TV

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 hot rodders, with grips like Rottwilers

But why bother, picture me payin' a fee

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

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

Picture B, more on the floor on all fours

Mind must've lost yours, never been tossed

Tour, that's what I do for ones, not whore

Baby that's 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, alI wanted was some action

Brought my own Brenton, 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 mad? 'Cuz I hit that and vanished

Or 'cuz you on tape screamin' 'Charli Baltimore' in Spanish

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

Just walk on by

See ya later, yeah

You scandulous hoe

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