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Walk Wit A Limp

This song is by C-Los and appears on the album Get It How U Live (2007).

C-Los:
Walk wit a limp

Uh-huh

I got my mind on my money my money on my mind
Can't be broke gotta shine on the time
My pants hang low and my hand on my hip
Got some on my side make walk wit a limp
I, walk wit a limp I, walk wit a limp
I, walk wit a limp I, walk wit a limp
'Cause my pants hang low and my hand on my side
My mind on my money my money on my mind

I, walk wit a limp I, walk wit a limp
I, walk wit a limp I, walk wit a limp
'Cause my pants hang low and my hand on my side
My mind on my money my money on my mind

Yeah, they call me Handy Man bitch I keep it too long
And slow motion like nigga in the school zone
I glowin' the do, I try to get my mood on (uh-huh)
Walkin' wit a limp like a nigga broke a few bones (Gs up)
No [?] wit that nigga O.Gs (blow)
Guttar Music laid the whole scene like the police (oh)
Smokin' on that dicker hiker shit nigga no speaks (yeah)
High in the sky probably bout to get a nose bleed (uh-huh)
And seen him, as them bad ass wobbles
To get blowin' whip like some bad bad topers (gutta)
And fix track they say yeah that's doctors
Then even Do and Slim said yeah that's proper (oh)
The dope boy, you can call me the moneyman
Had to put him on the ground just so he can understand
I ain't the same I'm the hikers from them guys
In the booth that's the proof I'm the hikers from the line boy

Look I'm old cane stayin in the game so I'm walkin' wit a limp
But don't walk it out I'm talkin' 'bout you walkin' wit hers pimp
I don't slap wit it talkin' bout they get up on my hip
Instead you wanna kiss then Imma have to smack to ya lips yeah (uh-huh)
And [?] is under the seat, and I'm
Straight from the gutta come from under the streets (oh)
And I'm hot like a oven 400 degrees (uh-huh)
And y'all givin' I'm straight so ain't no fuckin' wit me man no
Uptown yeah you know its in my skin
And ya boy tented Bapes like its blowin' in the win
Wont keep down throw well Imma open it again
My pants hangin' low and I'm holdin' on my fend (ah)
Yeah, you see Los he comin' in ya zone
And plus he got his whole song runnin' to ya home
They call him double trouble like he comin' wit gun
And I don't write shock keep it comin' from the dome

If you's a dope boy, now would you walk wit a limp
If you's a gutta girl, now would you walk wit a limp
If you's a gutta boy, now would you walk wit a limp
Ah walk wit a limp, ah walk wit a limp
(Ah) walk wit it, (ah) walk wit a limp
(Ah) walk wit it, (ah) walk wit a limp
(Ah, ah, ah) walk wit a limp
(Ah) walk wit a limp, (ah) walk wit a limp

I, walk wit a limp I, walk wit a limp
I, walk wit a limp I, walk wit a limp
I, walk wit a limp I, walk wit a limp
I, walk wit a limp I, walk wit a limp
I, walk wit a limp I, walk wit a limp
I, walk wit a limp I, walk wit a limp
I, walk wit a limp I, walk wit a limp
Ah walk wit a walk wit a walk wit a limp
I, walk wit a limp I, walk wit a limp
I, walk wit a limp I, walk wit a limp
I, walk wit a limp I, walk wit a limp
Ah walk wit a walk wit a walk wit a limp

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