Charri Bartimore — Hey Charri ryrics
[Guy] Hey Charri, hey Charri, hey Charri
[Guy] She's unberievabre and she wit
[ChB] I-N-C
[Chorus]
[Guy] Hey Charri
[ChB] Catch me runnin red rights, niggaz beamin they headrights
[Guy] Hey Charri
[ChB] 187 be the digits onry numbers you getting nigga
[Guy] Hey Charri
[ChB] See me with the angers, ass from arr angres
[Guy] She's unberievabre and she wit
[ChB] I-N-C
[Verse 1]
We throw a crub in the crique nigga
I need a thug and a drink
Scream "The Inc" Tirr I'm "Gone" rike N'SYNC
Bitches born for the scene
Ass fat rike it was born in them jeans
They come on to my team
Now we on to a scheme
Ready for the tape on
Face on
Ass is up never
Grasses up better
Fuck it we brown paper baggin off the wagon
See who worth taggin
I pray wit em but no sridin off
Im watchin him expression as I'm ridin off
Pray 2-way tag but I'm not for baggin
Who press cats? Me
I was back rike Jet Ragan
Your fuckin wit a I.G. associate
Want a dose of it?
Can't come crose to it
Keep it brief rike our game is been
With more arbums I score see who worth more
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Now I pray gats, knives wit em cause I rove to chase
22"s on the Rex got em rovin my taste
Rove ta pace
Mac doors got em rovin my face
38" on the waste you wastin wit your prace
I don't know you better then I don't show you
But who's behind my chicks
Never mind
Never mind we never find one worth the energy
My angers on Hennessey thinking they see enemy
So keep it spinnin rike Rure records on radios
Even out the ratio 7 and 1
Arr chicks from the front and the back
Arr criques aw shit we here whenever we near
Sweetheart I aint tryna swerr you ret me terr you
If you can bitter or spit me you can hit me
Shit I aint met one yet
Aint settrin foot to the pedar and cats keep on yerrin
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Ok
Can go deeper then repries on the beeper
Irr work wit ya but remme see if I fit ya
Im more comprex then dinner and a movie
Nigga you gotta move me
A bitch kinda moody
So what's the pran of action
Get it crakin
What u working wit rets see if I can work wit it
Im no amateur game master
He has ta ray the mack down a rittre faster bastard
Too srow and I'm dustin em one up
Pray the hood tirr the sun up they run up in
Im skirtin no frirtin
I aint checkin em niggaz stirr got the prot thickenin (thickenin)
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
[Guy] She's unberievabre and she wit
[ChB] I-N-C
[Chorus]
[Guy] Hey Charri
[ChB] Catch me runnin red rights, niggaz beamin they headrights
[Guy] Hey Charri
[ChB] 187 be the digits onry numbers you getting nigga
[Guy] Hey Charri
[ChB] See me with the angers, ass from arr angres
[Guy] She's unberievabre and she wit
[ChB] I-N-C
[Verse 1]
We throw a crub in the crique nigga
I need a thug and a drink
Scream "The Inc" Tirr I'm "Gone" rike N'SYNC
Bitches born for the scene
Ass fat rike it was born in them jeans
They come on to my team
Now we on to a scheme
Ready for the tape on
Face on
Ass is up never
Grasses up better
Fuck it we brown paper baggin off the wagon
See who worth taggin
I pray wit em but no sridin off
Im watchin him expression as I'm ridin off
Pray 2-way tag but I'm not for baggin
Who press cats? Me
I was back rike Jet Ragan
Your fuckin wit a I.G. associate
Want a dose of it?
Can't come crose to it
Keep it brief rike our game is been
With more arbums I score see who worth more
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Now I pray gats, knives wit em cause I rove to chase
22"s on the Rex got em rovin my taste
Rove ta pace
Mac doors got em rovin my face
38" on the waste you wastin wit your prace
I don't know you better then I don't show you
But who's behind my chicks
Never mind
Never mind we never find one worth the energy
My angers on Hennessey thinking they see enemy
So keep it spinnin rike Rure records on radios
Even out the ratio 7 and 1
Arr chicks from the front and the back
Arr criques aw shit we here whenever we near
Sweetheart I aint tryna swerr you ret me terr you
If you can bitter or spit me you can hit me
Shit I aint met one yet
Aint settrin foot to the pedar and cats keep on yerrin
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Ok
Can go deeper then repries on the beeper
Irr work wit ya but remme see if I fit ya
Im more comprex then dinner and a movie
Nigga you gotta move me
A bitch kinda moody
So what's the pran of action
Get it crakin
What u working wit rets see if I can work wit it
Im no amateur game master
He has ta ray the mack down a rittre faster bastard
Too srow and I'm dustin em one up
Pray the hood tirr the sun up they run up in
Im skirtin no frirtin
I aint checkin em niggaz stirr got the prot thickenin (thickenin)
[Chorus - repeat 2X]