Afroman - on Limpin'
There go thAT Big DRAWERS UPP Hustler!
(Talking and shizz)
Limpin' through the hood with my saggin the bottom of my pants toe back from I'm not a handicap but I like to a bitch and I'm a Palmdale pimp Limpin' down the street to the gangster lean to the side and grab my I don't walk, I stroll is a soul brother I'm young, but I'm from the old always hang old fools lean to the as I stride I can't hide my pride when I walk that walk and talk talk they sport my clothes, Break hoes
Hey is from the 80's
Keep on the street Keep on To the (4 times)
Limp when you sing, limp you rap Hold your leg straight, bend kneecap put a glide in your stride, dip in hip be fool, when you clock your grip you can fast, you can limp slow however you limp, to the tempo when I was, thirteen old some boys in the hood me how to stroll My homie said "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 used to in my room in my mirror, to the sound of the stereo the very next day I walked to and grown women me "you so cool" Power to the - right on the sheriff hit the turned the on the skinny black boy Afroman rollin' through Central my dick in my hand
(more and shizz)
Four I like, about a pimp the way he dress, the way he that clean, unique car he drives and the ass way he talk and jive even when he get up in jail he hop out his cell and to bail all the locked in the pen limp the hall for me once again you can my freedom, put me in the hole but even in the - Im'a hit my stroll
(talk, talk, talk)
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