walk like a "G", talk like a "G" Walk like a "G", I got 'em lovin' my drug dealer strut You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G" Walk like a "G", I
Chorus (2x): you gotta walk like a "g" Talk like a "g", walk like a "g" I got em lovin my drug dealer strut [fiend] Somethin
Translation: Fiend. Walk Like A g.
[Chorus x2:] You gotta walk like a "g" Talk like a "g", walk like a "g" I got em lovin my drug dealer strut [Fiend] Somethin about the way I make moves
Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch} And a rat'll get mad if you call her a snitch
when you see me get the fuck on Dope fiend ass nigga, tryna to get a free check Talkin' that shit, but you's a motherfuckin' bitch So when you see a nigga
the shoulders of 20,000 fiends Everytime a n-gga wanna try and turn a profit Folks rush in, 3 letters try and stop it F-B-I-R-S-D-E-A (FBI, IRS, DEA)
me The decoy car is a crash test dummy What follows is a hundred of 'em wrapped like a mummy (Chorus-Big Sean) I'm from a big city Tryna make a living
of that dieing coke I'm back baby, mad hype like a c**** baby Ask Slim Shady, my g** game crazy Don't talk tough talker unless you walk the walk We
sayin' It's like, it's like a short stripper And she's just saying, it'll never work You know I'm sayin', what really It's like a motherfucker opened up a
a thug's body scarred and tired Going to court got a illuminati judgin' me biased Shit, I talkin' for everybody, walkin' united The way I walk, it's a
, disagree She was a beat the bitch, bitch, I bet I'll beat yo' ass In a minute, I'm a cuss I'm a nigga, I don't give a motherfuck Jam is biggerer, thickerer
head than a whale blows water Blow job Betty make your dick get harder She's a one of a kind, a hell of a girl A trip and a half around the world Catch
than a well blows water Blowjob Betty make your dick get harder She's a one of a kind A hell of a girl A trip and a half around the world Catch her
Well, here's a little story, I got to tell About a thugged out homey, I know so well It started way back, when I was a teen In the hood, on the corner
a still bang the 'hood Gettin' my stalk on walk on loc I'm all about the paper hoppin' out the Navigator with braids & Chucks Taylors A regulator scopin' the field like a
even run 'less I run with a four Or I walk with a three, come and talk to 'em P You can catch me down bottom with a bird and a glock On the block makin
a slip and goin' out like a sucker Matter of fact, you're more than just slippin' You're way beyond control, you're on a mission You walk right through
