Ransom - Walk Like It, Talk Like It lyrics

[Ransom:] Yeah yeah yeah yeah! Yeah yeah yeah yeah! [DJ Clue:] Ransom, Stack Bundles, Fabolous [Ransom:] Yeah yeah yeah yeah! [DJ Clue:] Come On! [Ransom:] Ma' you still playin around On the couch, layin around The money prob'ly why you stayin around Or could it be I'm layin it down But I ain't stupid or naive I know what turn your face to a frown: No cash, no ice, no lacin you down No Jags, no bikes, no blazin the town Don't ask no price, you ain't breakin me down I've been an a**hole! Why you start hatin me now? I ain't never spent a cake on a clown In your bedrooms scrapin it down The bed shakin the ground All of a sudden you're fakin it now Tellin your friends I was weak And you was never makin a sound I'm a king, you can tell by the shape of the crown I can sling, ain't no bird-brain makin me drown Got bra** so they're chasin me now When I see 'em they get a hug And I ain't seen shakin a pound (Chorus) Now if he walks like it and talks like and who*es like it Then most likely the n***a's a P-iiimp And if he boss-type in his Porsche dual exhaust pipe And he getting kitted, the lady's a Ch-aaamp [Stack Bundles:] Look, I'm the colonel when it comes to these chickens I'm like Ernie when it comes to these Berts (birds) I move weight like curves Keep your Y-3's under the perps I'm so hood but I keep a bougie b**h from the burbs When I get up, I got a b**h I honest gotta b**h I just low with 16 like Stojaković Back hand mean, I won't hesi' to pop a b**h Give her one more chance, I'm on the "dick-poppin" sh** IT'S OKAY! No, I'm sorry, I'm just poppin sh** I don't do them wrong, at least not on the first night I let them taste it when they don't even deserve like Then leave with at least two or more on my worst night (Chorus) Now if he walks like it and talks like and who*es like it Then most likely the n***a's a P-iiimp And if he boss-type in his Porsche dual exhaust pipe And he getting kitted, the lady's a Ch-aaamp [Fabolous:] You want a n***a to meet the parents Then you better call Ben Stiller, miss Hammer ain't got nothin on the way I spend Skrilla, miss I'm rich on that: "Maybe chinchilla this!" Make the diamonds talk for me like a ventriloquist My chain sayin: "b**h I know you tryina hang We can link up and get into all kind of things" My watch say: "No need to be embarra**ed You know what time it is: quarter past a hundred carats." They believe in a god. I get'em to their true religion Teasin them with bread but truthfully I'm through with pigeons Now I leave them in a coop on the roof top Then fly through in the new coupe with the roof dropped I ain't wanna prolongue on Tryina slow song John Put mine until 'So goin on - ONE And please don't jump to a**ume If we hump in the room The next morning we'll be jumpin the broom Better find another chump for your broom Cause baby I'm a player till I'm slumped in a tomb And yo, I got a slow stroke That'll get a law broke Hit'em like drow smoke Mixed with the raw coke The way the flow spoke Have a girl's drawers soaked n***a this is no joke How I have them who*es broke Payin for attention I'm sorta like a gigolo Call me Fab Schneider - a young Bigalow (n***as know) (Chorus) Now if he walks like it and talks like and who*es like it Then most likely the n***a's a P-iiimp And if he boss-type in his Porsche dual exhaust pipe And getting kitted the lady's a Ch-aaamp [Fabolous talking:] n***as know me, man Tell your b**h I said "Hi", man Don't have me picking up my phone and sh** It's cool, though, I'ma see her Hahaha Yeah Ran Stack Loso Street Fidda Didda [Gang] Desert Storm 18 Ryu Squad Ey hoes need to get familiar with that, man [DJ Clue:] Ha Ha! Yeah! *whispered* Desert Storm!