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n.b.c. f. n.o.r.e. & cam'ron - charli baltimore lyrics

(this is the way it should sound)
this is the way it should sound

[intro: cam’ron (noreaga)]

ya heard (what what)
yo b, we don’t even like half these f-ggott n-gg-s anyway
(what what what)
i’m on my own m-th-f-ckin’ wheel (yeah, what what what)
you know what i’m sayin’
the real sh-t, you know b

my black family (what what what)
slick finga (clah clah clah)
harlem world eatin’ (yeah yeah)
charli baltimore (what what what)
nore (yeah yeah what what what)
cam’ron n-gg- (yeah yeah)
killa cam n-gg- (what what what)
yeah yeah yeah yeah

[cam’ron]
yo, all around i rip this
the song had to clip it
the cats in the street, nearly killing over snippets
birds out to feed ’em bread, so he can eat her head
i’m almost 21, but i still pee in the bed
had to flead the fed’s, all be trife
and i got a crush on edith (who, archie’s wife!)
yo not monaghomy, p-rnograhy
on the outside, lookin’ apauled you see
tell my girls, i really like photography
on snap shots naked, the wildest boys
first night, head whop, and our salads tossed
while you in a mean neon, i’m with celine dion
throw her in the bed, she the next one i pee on

say what b-tch
phase two
yeah yeah
what what what
what what
what what what
what what what
what what what
split that -ss yo
split that -ss
yeah uh, what
yo yo yo

[noreaga]
yo, n-o-r-e eatin’
f-ck ya’ll, n-gg-s get hurt
you know i rock a soul train wit’ a cam’ron’s shirt
doin’ cartwheels, all my n-gg-s got hot wheels
you a double a-r god, the bluntiest
you know we throw away, blunts for my n-gg-s that’s dead
pour a law liqour, drink a long ligga
then again i never beat, for my n-gg- digga
you know i got, navigators, so we won’t get lost
n-o-r-e eatin’, these queens n-gg-s call me the force
at the airainment, thugged out
untertainment, throw around and f-ck ’em if the judge say sh-t
and i – get – what – n-gg-s face it

[charli baltimore]
fools ain’t ever know, the ghetto’s be the baddest click
charli’s angels, tangle with devil’s – advocate
hoes mad cause our p-ssy’s got the fattest cl-ts
it’s estatic sh-t, how we gon’ have a b-tch
under pressure, the un undress her
that’s a tester, that’s just the best flirt, to the best skirt
ever make it to networks
like n.b.c., n.o.r.e., b’more and cam’ron
anything we put our hands on, soak up like a tampon, plan on
for puttin’ out the hottest lp’s
since – shiiit yo, you gon’ have to tell me
cause this is hip hop, meneaja tw-t
and ya’ll jealous cause what i’m f-ckin’ wit’ the two hottest
underground fellas, what!

[chorus (noreaga, baltimore, cam’ron)]

aye yo iraq, harlem world, philly
(san juan) un-sh-t
n.o.r.e., charli, cam’ron
mansons, stasons, richards
(plan on)
cali, houston, new york
(jam on)
aye yo iraq, harlem world, philly
(san juan) un-sh-t
n.o.r.e., charli, cam’ron
atlanta, chi-town, v.a.
(plan on)
d.c., n.c., s.c.
(jam on)

[charli]
what!

[cam’ron]
yo, all on the ballers sh-t
nore, but we could call a chick
head is what we all could get, biggest to the smallest d-ck
she gon’ swallow all of it
harlem gon’ have a ball with that
after i get her pregnant, yo we goin’ to the mall with it

[noreaga]
yeah n-gg-, you know the lie, f-ck that b-tch
the only reason i don’t kiss her, is cause she sucked his d-ck
yo i don’t even try ta, us up bro
f-ck dat hoe
p-ssy stinkin’ anyway, let her go

[charli baltimore]
yo ya’ll n-gg-s stay f-ckin’ with them grimmy chicks
on the real though, i wonder where ya’ll find these chicks
the rest is evident, i’m the type to split on n-gg-s
but if they right, i’ll f-ck around and spit on n-gg-s
and if they into that hot sh-t, i’ll let ’em hit my spot quick
but first they gotta pop sh-t
if not then they gettin’ drop kicked
and i like ’em all, black jack ya’ll
near 21, all others gettin’ cut cut
so be it, you see me!

[chorus (noreaga, baltimore, cam’ron)]

[charli]
what! (what what what)

[music till fade]

- charli baltimore lyrics

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