Walk Like That

[Chorus: x2] Why you walk like that Cause I walk like that I walk like that Why you talk like that Cause I talk like that I talk that Cause I talk like that Lil mama ask me why I walk like that Then she started hollin' at me So I holla right back (like dat) She know I'm from ratchet city and I'm ballin' She like the way I talk so she told me to keep talking I told her baby you could ride with a beast Walk with a g I'm a toss me a freak She whispered in my ear and said she used to be a stripped She took me in the bathroom pullin' on my zipper I bent her over from the back and hit her with the missile I be-um be-um be-um and I didn't mean 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 range switchin' lanes 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 out there fakin' better chill out (hold up) [Chorus: x2] Why you walk like that? Cause I walk like that I walk like that Why you talk like that Cause I talk like that I talk like that Cause I talk like that 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 thang I just said the same thang I'm from Louisiana you could tell by the accent Well I'm a get in the doors on impalas with the phantom kits Pull up at the party hop out and get it started Plus I'm full of Bicardi I think I'm getting nauseous Now I'm feelin' retarded Looking for a broad to go get another broad And then I'm a get it stared Talk like I talk And when I walk I be mobbin' And gun pumpin' to get you stumped it ain't a problem [Chorus: x2] I walk like this cause there'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 when I spend a couple grand Then I walk on the floor with a couple stacks in my hand Lil mamma got to poppin' and pullin' all 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 dog I go harder than the average take a trip to Paris 30in with candy-paint on the Volkswagen Pants stay saggin' can't help it I'm just rachet Money make me happy hoes like my swag And I get it from my daddy black on black in that caddy Walk like dis cause I used to walk home But now I walk to the parkin' lot to see I sit on chrome 26's yea I'm sittin' on that chrome [Chorus: x2]