| OK, let me properly introduce first my hav-a-hoe game
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| I have a hoe in different area codes, few in the east
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| Couple down south, but mostly lay west of the coast
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| I wouldn’t hav-a-hoe with flaws in her mix
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| Gotta be down right down, pretty, blade in tha bra with her tits
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| And if me with a bitch meant the kid didn’t get no doe
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| Well then I wouldn’t have-a-hoe (that's it)
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| Second and foremost, I walk with a limp
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| Bishop Don Magic Juan, Pimpin' Ken
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| Yeah, I talked wiht a Pimp, Good Game, White Folks
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| Metallic canes and thangs
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| U-M-E, Miami, Flo', they chopped game with Strange
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| Beware 'cause the industry gon' get messy
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| And I walk with a limp 'cause my dick’s… well, you know
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| I got a fetish for suaving these Dolly Partons
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| These women, vibe off a nigga, that’s real, ask Mr. Marcus
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| I’m here to put the cuffs on the game (and palm yo faces)
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| Then whip your ass 'til you holla my name (like dominatrix)
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| Ain’t nobody gonna take this crown (why?)
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| ('Cause we stay on point like Stacy Adams)
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| Bitches on my balls everywhere I go
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| Pimpin' holla church, Rémy Extra po'
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| Get a lot of love, haters hit the doe
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| Get up out the whip, Gators hit the flo'
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| And we bubblin', money be doublin'
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| Niggas ain’t struggling
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| Hat cocked to the side and we walk with up limp
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| 'Cause our dick heavy, hey!
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| I’m a barbarian, not a good Samaritan
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| I ain’t a hoes keeper by far, leave it to married men
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| I gotta stick and move, pick and choose, chick-n-crews
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| Who like to suck dicks for loot
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| Snatch 'em then a hoe gets offered, snake and the bat tats (Strange)
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| Flashing through the sky like Gotham
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| Nickname stay flo, 'cause I’m known to put a crease
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| In ya lame day-old, newly grown dubious thesis
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| Atrocious behavior, ferocious demeanor, corroded ya name up
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| You owe it to Jesus
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| To wait in line now, and yearn for the buck flow
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| It don’t matter if you win or lose, learn for the Gusto…
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| Trust no B-I-T-C-H
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| Especially when you live in the, F-I-F-T-Y states
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| Uhh, KC’s Henry the 8th, with royalty on the plate
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| Pop a collar and get your limp on mate, ooh
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| Bitches on my balls everywhere I go
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| Pimpin' holla church, Rémy Extra po'
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| Get a lot of love, haters hit the doe
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| Get up out the whip, Gators hit the flo'
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| And we bubblin', money be doublin'
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| Niggas ain’t struggling
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| Hat cocked to the side and we walk with up limp
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| 'Cause our dick heavy, hey!
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| Last, but not least I B-walk in my sneaks
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| You hear the dogs woof, that’s the Deuce finale
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| Zippin' through the block in a old three topless
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| Twenty two, you on rims,
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| what’s been
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| Been at it ever since I
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| For show, and it goes for all of us
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| These hoes, they all love us
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| Get drunk and we all to all these
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| And they love the way we bounce, skate and planet rock
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| Like '96, leave the planet shocked
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| Think not, I gotta improvise to change the plot
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| heard it and said «Kutty, damn it’s hot»
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| Simplistic limp to blaze the spot
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| Tempt this kid, balistics get raised
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| Not only do a pinch, hit, amaze a twat
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| I invent tips in business to raise the stars
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| Bitches on my balls everywhere I go
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| Pimpin' holla church, Rémy Extra po'
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| Get a lot of love, haters hit the doe
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| Get up out the whip, Gators hit the flo'
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| And we bubblin', money be doublin'
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| Niggas ain’t struggling
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| Hat cocked to the side and we walk with up limp
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| 'Cause our dick heavy, hey! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Walk With A Limp , by - Kutt Calhoun. Song from the album B.L.E.V.E., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп