Mr.Rogers - Walk Like That lyrics

[Hook] Why you walk like that, cause I walk like that I walk like that, cause I walk like that Why you talk like that, cause I talk like that I talk like that, cause I talk like that Why you walk like that, cause I walk like that I walk like that, cause I walk like that Why you talk like that, cause I talk like that I talk like that, cause I talk like that [Verse 1] Lil' mama ask me why I walk like that Then she started hollerin at me so I holla right back, like that She know I'm from Ratchet city and I'm ballin She like the way I talk so she told me to keep talkin I told her baby you could ride with a beast Walk with a G, I'mma toss me a freak She whispered in my ear sayin she used to be a stripper She took me in the bathroom pullin on my zipper I bent her over from the back and hit her with the missile A beam, beam, beam, then I didn't mean to kiss her I beat it out the frame, you know I'm Hurricane Then I dipped off in the middle of the night in the rain switchin lane Go Live Entertainment, see the gold bangin Walk like that, cause I talk like that I walk like that, cause I talk like that All you 'pon that fakin better chill out, haha [Hook] [Verse 2] Look at my pants, look at my shirt, look at my shoes Look at my feet, I walk like that, cause I talk like that I walk like that, cause I talk like that You just said the same thing, I just said the same thing I'm from Louisiana, you can tell by the accent Lamborghini doors on Impalas with the Phantom kiss Pull up at the party, hop out and get it started Plus I'm full of Bacardi, I think I'm gettin nauseous Now I'm feelin retarded, lookin for a bar To go get another (?) then I'mma get it started Talk like I talk, and when I walk I be mobbin And gun boppin can get you stomped, it ain't a problem [Hook] [Verse 3] I walk like this cause it's a lump in my pants And when I hit the club, they call me the Money Man I hit the V.I.P. that's when I spend a couple grand Then I walk on the floor with a couple stacks in my hand Lil' mama got to poppin and pullin out on my waist That's when I took my shades off and let her see my face The shirt that I got on the same brand as my cologne The same ratchets on my phone, I can't help it I'm a dawg I go harder than the average, take a trip to Paris 30 inches with candy paint on the Volkswagen Pants stay saggin, can't help it I'm just ratchin Money make me happy, hoes like my swag And I get it from my daddy, black on black in that Caddy Walk like this because I used to walk home But now I walk to the parking lot to see I sit on chrome 26 this year, I'm sittin on that chrome [Hook]