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Chorus (2x): |
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You gotta walk like a "g" |
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Talk like a "g", walk like a "g" |
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I got em lovin my drug dealer strut [Fiend] |
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Somethin about the way |
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I make moves, some think it the shoes |
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And just, uh, mu'fuckas like to blame it on |
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TRU When I do, what |
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I do, and talk that slang |
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Makin the hardest street niggaz askin me can they hang |
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Ain't no thang, but you must wear khakis or ? |
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G-bose? Neck touchin some gold, and fully don't love hoes |
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Blowin smoke out ya nose, keep a box of optimos |
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Hustlin so you can come up on the pearl, proper rose |
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Up in clubs, rock in clothes, big ballas have never seen |
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Keep their mind wanderin and steady servin fiends |
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In my jeans a 9 gat, jack, because of my rep |
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My other pocket full of money, givin me this funny step |
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Chorus 4x [Soulja Slim] |
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I walk, high talk, |
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Gs up and soldiers down |
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I used to bob and weave when |
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I was on that doodoo brown |
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Face down on the ground, when |
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Slim come around |
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Or I be forced to bring more noise than the |
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Beats By The |
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Pound I just got out the pen, so |
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I bounce when |
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I walk And say ya heard me, every time that |
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I talk 4-4 boys |
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I used to balk, but now |
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I got a glock 40 |
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I feel sorry for any nigga that wanna get naughty |
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I love fuckin up parties, watchin bitches like |
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Charlie Ask |
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Magnolia Shorty, that's my people, she could call it |
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My mama told me |
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I still walk the same way |
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Talk the same way, every since |
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I was yay |
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Chorus 4x [Fiend] |
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I ain't got to show it for nobody, you can see that |
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I ball 3 months, fuck the walker, |
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I was struttin 'fore |
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I crawl Before the old school even had the, "Yes, yes, ya'll!" |
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I was spendin my uneven money on my family in the mall |
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Young Fiend, was the guard, |
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I breaks rules with it |
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My ? got grooves with it, cause |
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I packs tools with it |
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I simply acts a fool with it, roll, represent-a |
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Wear minks in the winter, |
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Tank iced in the center |
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My step is the agenda, not only this voice |
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But they its bout my hips, naw they ain't havin my choice |
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Now the moral to the story is that |
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I'm cold with it |
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Made a song about my stroll with it |
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If you was with it, can ya dig it? |
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Chorus 4x |