Afroman - on Limpin'
There go Homie Big DRAWERS UPP Hustler!
(Talking and shizz)
Limpin' the hood with my kakis saggin the bottom of my pants toe from draggin I'm not a handicap but I to limp Life's a bitch and I'm a pimp Limpin' down the to the gangster beat lean to the side and grab my I don't walk, I stroll Afroman is a brother I'm young, but I'm the old school always around old fools lean to the as I stride I can't hide my hustler I walk that walk and talk that talk they my clothes, Break them hoes
Hey Afroman is the 80's
Keep on the street Keep on To the (4 times)
Limp when you sing, limp you rap Hold your leg straight, your kneecap put a glide in your stride, dip in hip be cool fool, you clock your grip you can fast, you can limp slow however you limp, limp to the I was, thirteen years old some boys in the hood me how to stroll My homie TooTall "what up G"? walk to the liqour and like me I did it and I did it right I did it all day, I did it all I to practice in my room in my mirror, to the sound of the boom the very next day I walked to and grown women me "you so cool" Power to the - right on the sheriff hit the the spotlight on the skinny black boy called through South Central with my in my hand
(more and shizz)
Four things I like, a pimp the way he dress, the way he that clean, car that he drives and the ass way he talk and jive when he get locked up in jail he hop out his cell and to bail all the locked in the pen limp down the hall for me once you can my freedom, put me in the hole but even in the hole - hit my stroll
(talk, talk, talk)
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