[Guy] Hey Charli, hey Charli, hey Charli

[Guy] She's unbelievable and she wit

[ChB] I-N-C



[Chorus]

[Guy] Hey Charli

[ChB] Catch me runnin red lights, niggaz beamin they headlights

[Guy] Hey Charli

[ChB] 187 be the digits only numbers you getting nigga

[Guy] Hey Charli

[ChB] See me with the angels, ass from all angles

[Guy] She's unbelievable and she wit

[ChB] I-N-C



[Verse 1]

We throw a club in the clique nigga

I need a thug and a drink

Scream "The Inc" Till I'm "Gone" like N'SYNC

Bitches born for the scene

Ass fat like 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

Glasses up better 

Fuck it we brown paper baggin off the wagon

See who worth taggin

I play wit em but no slidin off

Im watchin him expression as I'm ridin off

Play 2-way tag but I'm not for baggin

Who press cats? Me

I was back like Jet Lagan

Your fuckin wit a I.G. associate 

Want a dose of it?

Can't come close to it

Keep it brief like our game is been

With more albums I score see who worth more



[Chorus]



[Verse 2]

Now I play gats, knives wit em cause I love to chase

22"s on the Lex got em lovin my taste

Love ta pace 

Mac doors got em lovin my face

38" on the waste you wastin wit your place

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 angels on Hennessey thinking they see enemy 

So keep it spinnin like Rule records on radios

Even out the ratio 7 and 1 

All chicks from the front and the back 

All cliques aw shit we here whenever we near 

Sweetheart I aint tryna swell you let me tell you

If you can bitter or spit me you can hit me

Shit I aint met one yet

Aint settlin foot to the pedal and cats keep on yellin



[Chorus]



[Verse 3]

Ok 

Can go deeper then replies on the beeper

Ill work wit ya but lemme see if I fit ya

Im more complex then dinner and a movie

Nigga you gotta move me 

A bitch kinda moody 

So what's the plan of action

Get it crakin

What u working wit lets see if I can work wit it

Im no amateur game master 

He has ta lay the mack down a little faster bastard 

Too slow and I'm dustin em one up

Play the hood till the sun up they run up in

Im skirtin no flirtin 

I aint checkin em niggaz still got the plot thickenin (thickenin)

 

[Chorus] - repeat 2X