Everybody Wanna Know Lyrics - Cold As Ice - Charli Baltimore

Artist: charli baltimore f/ dj premier 

Yeah, what 

(charli baltimore) 

Bout to lay it down for these muthafuckas 

(charli baltimore) 

What, speakin' on c. b'more 

Yo, uh, yo, yo 

Verse one 

Now everybody wanna know the outcome, of went I come out 

My roads to success, pay dues, with the thumb out 

Hitch-hike, from she aight, to she's the nicest 

I permit chicks to front, now I got a license what 

Everybody wanna know if I spit my own hits 

Come to any session, any song in question 

Drop 48 bars on spots like remixes 

All hoes do is add on my words like prefixes 

Roll 'thorough bitches' from deep south to these sixes 

Been way past cats ideas of mad riches 

Phone numbers, bank accounts 

They gon' match the time, what 

9-9-9, 9-9, 9-9 

And the punchline, give my best thoughts at "crunch time" 

I drop cats front, part 2, three much 

You want, hot shit, pop shit or some toxic 

Underground gossip, '99, I lock shit, what 

[dj premier] 

'charli baltimore' <-- charli 

'charli baltimore' <-- the b.i.g. 

'yeah, yeah, my crew with... untertainment' 

'the commission.. get it right' 

'charli baltimore' <-- charli 

'charli baltimore' <-- the b.i.g. 

'yeah, yeah, my crew with... untertainment' 

'the commission...' 

Verse two 

Yo, uh, yo 

Now everybody wanna know the price 

Go soft in the rays, in other words b, meltin' they ice 

Lyrically price, mostly rap cats, nigga 

So if I dis ya, better have them 48-master mister 

Or misses, bitches, came in beemo with preim-o 

Jet flight like flocks, in l.v., reno 

Casino, I'll play ginger, I don't need no 

Divas, see her, niggas wanna see us 

Fall off, only thing we do is parl' off 

If it's beef, only thing you do is call off 

Talkin' about starter, please, we got is sewed up 

When we got shows where you're at, don't even show up 

Niggas need to grow up, step they flow up 

Accept they diamonds won't blow up, and put they dough up 

On how I grow up, and know what 

Catch you on the charli, you don't blown up 

Check the dial tone... 

[dj premier] 

'charli baltimore' <-- charli 

'charli baltimore' <-- the b.i.g. 

'yeah, yeah, my crew with... untertainment' 

'the commission.. get it right' 

'charli baltimore' <-- charli 

'charli baltimore' <-- the b.i.g. 

'yeah, yeah, my crew with... untertainment' 

'the commission...' 

Verse three 

Yo, yo, uh 

Now everybody wanna know my third, verse-atile 

Niggas still tryin' to worry if I'm worth they wild 

Why rap about clothes, i'ma merchantile 

Legally the hot shit, in reverse awhile 

Attachin' ideas to it, in my years, you through 

In no time, I blow mine's, forget it, you who? 

C-h-a-r-l-i, dot it, no 'e' 

Ain't never been spotted, shit, nigga can throw me 

Can't nobody hold me to nothin' they can't show me 

Knew half now, and half now, do the math now 

See who laughs now, e-mail, not free mail 

Get the heffers like e-mail, rhyme with such detail 

Geared to my songs like seashells, de-rail 

Rappers off my track if they album is wacked 

Half the tat's on my back, you can see me head on 

Yeah me, get'cha red on point, be dead on, uh 

[dj premier] 

'charli baltimore' <-- charli 

'charli baltimore' <-- the b.i.g. 

'yeah, yeah, my crew with... untertainment' 

'the commission.. get it right' 

'charli baltimore' <-- charli 

'charli baltimore' <-- the b.i.g. 

'yeah, yeah, my crew with... untertainment' 

'the commission...'