Walk With A Limp

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun] I came to toast to the game (Church) 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, 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) [Chorus: Krizz Kaliko] 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 a limp 'Cause our dick heavy, hey! [Verse 2: Kutt Calhoun] 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, mane, ooh [Chorus: Krizz Kaliko] 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 a limp 'Cause our dick heavy, hey! [Verse 3: Kutt Calhoun] 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 ball lovers 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 Violet Brown heard it and said "Kutty, damn it's hot" Simplistic [?] limp to blaze the spot Tempt this kid, balistics get raised a notch Not only do a pinch, hit, amaze a twat I invent tips in business to raise the stats [Chorus: Krizz Kaliko] 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!