Uhh ^!$$%
Uhm, yeah


(Do you wanna [repeat through song])

[Charli Baltimore (Mase)]

Yo, yo, yo
See I hold my head, hoes wanna 'spite me
Mad, I got the Jag' but they the wifey

Icey, is what my merchandise be
Know I'ma star, so they over-price me
Charli B'More be twice you (*##$

Tell you got no style by the Ice you pick
Step into my cold area, polar bear wear
White minking, white Lincoln, now what you thinking

What? Too much Ice got you blinking?
Meanwhile, Mickey sinking, what you drinking
West Philly, bad (*##$, dress really

Ain't met a ^!$$% with enough dough to sex really
Seen everything, from king's to heavy haters
Cherry gators, Tahoe in every flavor

Rhymes I wrote (9's I tote 'em)
And times I hold 'em
I even put 9's in ^!$$%s quotas


What
Yeah

What
Yeah
What what

Yea what what
Turn me up, though
Turn me up


[Mase]
Yo, yo, now if you don't stop

Then we won't stop
If you want the bottom, then I'll be on top
I ain't never met a (*##$ that ain't ever suck a @@#!

So if you gotta proof, I gotta have a drop, bi-atch!

[Charli]

If you know B'More, then you know this song
I'ma rip any %#@!, ^!$$%s throw me on
While I'm reachin' mine, I ain't known you that long

$#&@ around, ^!$$%, wiggle more then your rollie gone
Ring too
Get that ^!$$% cream too

Hit him bout once or twice, dream come true

[Mase]

I'll give you more then a six, mansion on the beach
Chanel flip flop's, satin all on ya feet
Liguini for brunch, or spice and your heat

So a (*##$ like you, can't check me from the street

[Charli]

I'm not a girl who'll dream about living with Mase
All I wanna do is get his cake, and sit on his face


What what what
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

[Mase]

Yeah, what what what, what the $#&@, ughh, yo
What they think, cause be Mase young, Mase be dumb
They get Mase strung, there'll be no prenum

But ever since Blood die, my life change
Out the blue, I'm they boo, that's quite strange
Now ya nice thangs, way out the price range

Half these girls, don't even know my right name
Though I got Rollie, mink made of coyote
Love a ghetto hoe, I know she die for me

You got me confused, see Cam the freak
Mase never the cat, bring sand to the beach
Show some that the average show-hand couldn't reach
Living expenses, 50 grand a week
You know me, I V-O-T, low key

Platinum rollie, smoke a O-Z
Baby face ^!$$%, without no goatee
2 point 8, about to blow 3
Huh


What the $#&@
What the $#&@
Yeah yeah yeah
What what what
Yeah yeah yeah

What what what
Yeah yeah yeah
What what what
Uh
What the $#&@

Don't stop
What the $#&@
We won't stop
Harlem-Philly's
Still bless ya forever
Mase blessed forever