Letras
I'm walkin' like a zombie off a walkin
Yeah
I'm walkin' like a zombie off a walkin' dead
It's somethin' bout my voice, they say it's turnin' heads
What's goin' on with your eyes, she say they full of red
Rollin' thoink after thoink, I been full of meds
Way I killed the whole game, they gon' turn me in
You might not feel me, but these hoes, they like what I'm sayin
If you wanna get a check, make a telegram
She whispered to me, CantGo you da best
Say that shit again
Gettin' lower, I can feel it's wet
I think I'm finna swim
Every day I work her out, you'd think I own a gym
Seen him tryna touch my bitch, I had to cut a limb
They just want me cause I'm rich, so I can't fuck with them
Niggas see everything that I'm doin' and they like, follow him
Play no games when it come to dressin, come with a lot of trim
Christmas day, she want some Skims
I'm makin' them calls to Kim
Havin' my way, I feel like Tupac in Above the Rim
I don't know why these niggas hate, but I just keep advancin
I used to hang on eight Mile like I was Eminem
Now I'm out in Tallahassee doin' the same dances
Cross piece around my neck, CantGo Pope Francis
I said, baby, move it slow like you molasses
Now it's time to speed it up, then keep goin' faster
Tell them niggas ketchup, mustard when I blow past 'em
Sippin' out a dirty cup, look like an old fashioned
Flipped nothin' into somethin, you just seen magic
Stick me in that room, I ain't gon' tell them what I seen happen
You would not believe some of the shit I done seen trappin
I'm fourL, but still slime you out it probably seem backwards
Cash rules everything around me, only thing that matters
You are not a real one no more, when you go & tattle
Yo' girl will probably tell you more about me, you should go and ask her
Ain't no father to my style, ol' dirty bastard
(Come on, ODB)
I'm a ladies man, real nigga, et cetera
Real nigga, et cetera