Walk Like A "g" Lyrics - Fiend

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 shoesAnd 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 

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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 

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(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