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Fiend - Walk Like A & Quot;G & Quot ; lyrics
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 talkFiend - Walk Like A & Quot;G & Quot ; - http://motolyrics.com/fiend/walk-like-a-and-quot-g-and-quot-lyrics.html
 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 it's 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








