Walk On By lyrics

Artist  : Fat Joe 
Song : Walk On By
 


[Featuring Charli Baltimore]

(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