Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Walk With A Limp, artist - Kutt Calhoun. Album song B.L.E.V.E., in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.08.2004
Record label: MSC Entertainment, Strange
Song language: English
Walk With A Limp |
| OK, let me properly introduce first my hav-a-hoe game |
| I have a hoe in different area codes, few in the east |
| Couple down south, but mostly lay west of the coast |
| I wouldn’t hav-a-hoe with flaws in her mix |
| Gotta be down right down, pretty, blade in tha bra with her tits |
| And if me with a bitch meant the kid didn’t get no doe |
| Well then I wouldn’t have-a-hoe (that's it) |
| Second and foremost, I walk with a limp |
| Bishop Don Magic Juan, Pimpin' Ken |
| Yeah, I talked wiht a Pimp, Good Game, White Folks |
| Metallic canes and thangs |
| U-M-E, Miami, Flo', they chopped game with Strange |
| Beware 'cause the industry gon' get messy |
| And I walk with a limp 'cause my dick’s… well, you know |
| I got a fetish for suaving these Dolly Partons |
| These women, vibe off a nigga, that’s real, ask Mr. Marcus |
| I’m here to put the cuffs on the game (and palm yo faces) |
| Then whip your ass 'til you holla my name (like dominatrix) |
| Ain’t nobody gonna take this crown (why?) |
| ('Cause we stay on point like Stacy Adams) |
| Bitches on my balls everywhere I go |
| Pimpin' holla church, Rémy Extra po' |
| Get a lot of love, haters hit the doe |
| Get up out the whip, Gators hit the flo' |
| And we bubblin', money be doublin' |
| Niggas ain’t struggling |
| Hat cocked to the side and we walk with up limp |
| 'Cause our dick heavy, hey! |
| I’m a barbarian, not a good Samaritan |
| I ain’t a hoes keeper by far, leave it to married men |
| I gotta stick and move, pick and choose, chick-n-crews |
| Who like to suck dicks for loot |
| Snatch 'em then a hoe gets offered, snake and the bat tats (Strange) |
| Flashing through the sky like Gotham |
| Nickname stay flo, 'cause I’m known to put a crease |
| In ya lame day-old, newly grown dubious thesis |
| Atrocious behavior, ferocious demeanor, corroded ya name up |
| You owe it to Jesus |
| To wait in line now, and yearn for the buck flow |
| It don’t matter if you win or lose, learn for the Gusto… |
| Trust no B-I-T-C-H |
| Especially when you live in the, F-I-F-T-Y states |
| Uhh, KC’s Henry the 8th, with royalty on the plate |
| Pop a collar and get your limp on mate, ooh |
| Bitches on my balls everywhere I go |
| Pimpin' holla church, Rémy Extra po' |
| Get a lot of love, haters hit the doe |
| Get up out the whip, Gators hit the flo' |
| And we bubblin', money be doublin' |
| Niggas ain’t struggling |
| Hat cocked to the side and we walk with up limp |
| 'Cause our dick heavy, hey! |
| Last, but not least I B-walk in my sneaks |
| You hear the dogs woof, that’s the Deuce finale |
| Zippin' through the block in a old three topless |
| Twenty two, you on rims, |
| what’s been |
| Been at it ever since I |
| For show, and it goes for all of us |
| These hoes, they all love us |
| Get drunk and we all to all these |
| And they love the way we bounce, skate and planet rock |
| Like '96, leave the planet shocked |
| Think not, I gotta improvise to change the plot |
| heard it and said «Kutty, damn it’s hot» |
| Simplistic limp to blaze the spot |
| Tempt this kid, balistics get raised |
| Not only do a pinch, hit, amaze a twat |
| I invent tips in business to raise the stars |
| Bitches on my balls everywhere I go |
| Pimpin' holla church, Rémy Extra po' |
| Get a lot of love, haters hit the doe |
| Get up out the whip, Gators hit the flo' |
| And we bubblin', money be doublin' |
| Niggas ain’t struggling |
| Hat cocked to the side and we walk with up limp |
| 'Cause our dick heavy, hey! |