Fiend Walk Like A G Lyrics

Walk Like A G Lyrics

Featuring Soulja Slim]  

 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 talk  

 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 its 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