walk like a "G", talk like a "G" Walk like a "G", I got 'em lovin' my drug dealer strut You gotta walk like a "G", talk like a "G" Walk like a "G", I
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
Traduction: Démon. Marcher comme un g.
[Chorus x2:] 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
But for now, let me get back to this paper I'm a couple bands down and I'm tryna get back I gave Doug a grip, I lost a flip for five stacks Yeah, I'm
game Screamin' 718 while them hammers bang Like bludda ludda lacca bludda ludda lacca Kick game like I know a little bit of socca Spic, dames, ass and a
Yak' Been puttin in work, so I walk with a bop And it ain't safe at home, so I sleep with a glock (no mistakes) Thug livin, uhh, what the fuck'd be
broke his jaw Words harder than a fucking diamond Mobile phone call to Simon, niggas trippin' homie, when we riding? Fuck 'em slowly like Jodeci I'd stick a
'm high livin' like I ain't afraid to die And you could walk a mile in my shoes and you'd be crazy too Chorus Verse 3 Ain't no escape from a deadly
cash and thangs A five-double-oh - Benz flauntin flashy rings, uhh Bitches pursue me like a dream Been know to disappear before your eyes just like a dope fiend
the grave since a little bitty child I've been known to get ill and kinda buck wild. Pop pop! just like the part that's in my walk with street talk
ma sell my cocain and lay they ass down 'G' Under Pressure (Tupac) yeah, look here tho Runnin wild I never smiled as a juvenile even now I keep a
just his luck Cause a nigga like me don't really give a fuck Walked in the store what's everybody staring at They act like they never seen a mutha fucker wearing black Following a
make your block feel like summer The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine Every chick I fuck with is a dime I'm like Patty LaBelle
I hope heaven look like the ghetto (yeah) Picture me trick, and take a loss I'm cheap like the Chinese man with duck sauce This Tony homey, I walk around with a
shit" - Ghostface Killah "Admit if, you bit it, bit it" - G. Dep (Repeat) [Verse 1 - 50 Cent] You can be a ridah and ride, or a coward and hide Either
[50] Yeah.. Ja, you ready? Drop that Ferrari F 50 style baby (yeah, yeah) I'ma show 'em how I do it (yeah, yeah) G-g-g-g-g G-UNIT! I keep hearin' niggas
the dead in Cause a nigga like me Don't really give a fuck Walked in the store what's everybody staring at They act like they never seen a mutha fucker wearing black Following a
