, walk like a man Talk like a man Walk like a man my son No woman's word Walking on the earth So walk like a man, my son Ooh, walk, walk, walk, walk
Traduction: Four Seasons. Walk Like A Man.
Traduction: Frankie Valli And The Four Seasons. Walk Like A Man.
t comin' to an end" He said Walk like a man, talk like a man Walk like a man my son No woman's worth crawlin' on the earth So walk like a man, my son
s love like tennis Man, cap to the side and my jersey is vintage Chicks'll make a nigga dick hard like a Guinness Damn it's a scam but I handle my business
a ah, ah With a little bit a ah, ah (Nelly hang all out) With a little bit a ah, ah And a sprinkle a that ah, ah (Nelly just fall out) I like it when
stars on the cone Gimme the dice so I can break you niggas I threw a C (C-I-X) so my point was the biggie Seven-four-four-tre back to back I sent two
ever get me wet Lest we forget, love is a four season concept Many say the rain they can't stand Never let the weather determine the man God has a plan
down to Bejing When we touch down you crown renowned kings [Verse two: Method Man] There's no honor amongst theives, street pharmaceutical Stack like Genovese, the four
at dis - walk walk walk walk walk walk wit me Fool what up, lace some chucks up I be that gran empire lizard of c-walking teacher Polaroid house shoots creeper A
herre So hot in Ah Oh Wanna a little bit a And a little bit a Check a little bit a Just a little bit a Just a little bit a Just a little bit a I was like
' like the big old C It's just one hard rapper spittin' a rap Not three or four sucka's or a couple of saps Like born to Mack, I'll cash a check Walkin' 'round like a
23 hours lockdown in a cell Can drive a nigga crazy as hell Looking at four walls Can do nothing at all Got you feeling like a dog in a cage A monkey
She's like yeah? so? I'm like so? You gon' need a stitch you keep actin' like that, ho I look like your husband slut? That's a rhetorical question You
a bad fucking bastard yup I'm fantastic Four but I'm the Silver Surfer flying through your door Heard you cryin' for the war Im'a try to serve you more Madchilds a
want to touch us I'ma spit a flow as if it was a sin Then the gangsters are resting forever See a solid four, then I'm a put it on the fin Then you know
, his name's stuck From seventy-four to ninety-nine, did novice's king Wit a million MC's waitin' in line Keep a barrel on this album if my man's and
