[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