Walk Like A G lyrics

Artist  : Fiend 
Song : Walk Like A G



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														   Featuring Soulja Slim]  

 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 about the way I make moves  some think
it the shoes And just   

 uh  mu'fuckas like to blame it on TRU  

 When I do  what I do  and talk that slang  

 Makin the hardest street niggaz askin me can
they hang  

 Ain't no thang  but you must wear khakis or ?G
bose?  

 Neck touchin some gold, and fully don't love
hoes  

 Blowin smoke out ya nose, keep a box of optimos 


 Hustlin so you can come up on the pearl, proper
rose  

 Up in clubs, rock in clothes, big ballas have
never seen  

 Keep their mind wanderin and steady servin
fiends  

 In my jeans a 9 gat, jack, because of my rep 


 My other pocket full of money, givin me this
funny step  

 Chorus 4x  

 [Soulja Slim]  

 I walk, high talk, Gs up and soldiers down  

 I used to bob and weave when I was on that
doodoo brown  

 Face down on the ground, when Slim come around 


 Or I be forced to bring more noise than the
Beats By The Pound  

 I just got out the pen, so I bounce when I walk 


 And say ya heard me, every time that I talk  

 4-4 boys I used to balk, but now I got a glock
40  

 I feel sorry for any nigga that wanna get
naughty  

 I love fuckin up parties, watchin bitches like
Charlie  

 Ask Magnolia Shorty, that's my people, she could
call it  

 My mama told me I still walk the same way  

 Talk the same way, every since I was yay  

 Chorus 4x  

 [Fiend]  

 I ain't got to show it for nobody, you can see
that I ball  

 3 months, fuck the walker, I was struttin 'fore
I crawl  

 Before the old school even had the, "Yes, yes,
ya'll!"  

 I was spendin my uneven money on my family in
the mall  

 Young Fiend, was the guard, I breaks rules with
it  

 My ? got grooves with it, cause I packs tools
with it  

 I simply acts a fool with it, roll, represent-a 


 Wear minks in the winter, Tank iced in the
center  

 My step is the agenda, not only this voice  

 But they its bout my hips, naw they ain't havin
my choice  

 Now the moral to the story is that I'm cold with
it  

 Made a song about my stroll with it  

 If you was with it, can ya dig it?  

 Chorus 4x