Afroman - on Limpin'
There go Homie Big DRAWERS UPP Hustler!
(Talking and shizz)
Limpin' through the hood with my kakis the bottom of my pants toe back from I'm not a handicap but I to limp Life's a bitch and I'm a pimp Limpin' down the street to the beat lean to the side and my meat I don't walk, I stroll Afroman is a soul I'm young, but I'm the old school always hang old fools lean to the side as I I hide my hustler pride when I that walk and talk that talk they sport my clothes, Break them
Hey Afroman is the 80's
Keep on Down the Keep on To the (4 times)
Limp when you sing, limp you rap your leg straight, bend your kneecap put a glide in your stride, dip in hip be cool fool, when you your grip you can limp fast, you can limp however you limp, limp to the I was, thirteen years old some boys in the taught me how to stroll My TooTall said "what up G"? walk to the store and like me I did it wrong and I did it 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 people - on the sheriff hit the the spotlight on the black boy called Afroman through South Central with my in my hand
(more and shizz)
things I like, about a pimp the way he dress, the way he that clean, unique car that he and the ass way he talk and jive when he get locked up in jail he hop out his cell and begin to all the homeboys in the pen limp the hall for me once again you can my freedom, put me in the hole but even in the hole - hit my stroll
(talk, talk, talk)
Dayton's
BY Ruck