keep on limp'n

there go that homie big drawers

huss upp hustler!

limpin' through the hood with my kakis saggin

the bottom of my pants toe back from draggin

i'm not a handicap but i like to limp

life's a bitch and i'm a palmdale pimp

limpin' down the street to the gangster beat

lean to the side and grab my meat

i don't walk

i stroll brother

afroman is a soul brother

i'm young

but i'm from the old school

always hang around old fools

lean to the side as i stride

i can't hide my hustler pride

when i walk that walk and talk that talk

they sport my clothes

break them hoes

hey ladies

afroman is from the 80's

keep on limpin'

down the street

keep on limpin'

to the beat

limp when you sing

limp when you rap

hold your leg straight

bend your kneecap

put a glide in your stride

dip in your hip

be cool fool

when you clock your grip

you can limp fast

you can limp slow

however you limp

limp to the tempo

when i was

thirteen years old

some boys in the hood taught me how to stroll

my homie tootall said "what up g"?

walk to the liqour store

and walk like me

i did it wrong and i did it right

i did it all day

i did it all night

i used to practice in my room

in my mirror

to the sound of the stereo boom

the very next day i walked to school

and grown women told me "you so cool"

power to the people - right on

the sheriff hit the block

turned the spotlight on

the skinny black boy called afroman

rollin' through south central

with my dick in my hand

four things i like

about a pimp

the way he dress

the way he limp

that clean

unique car that he drives

and the cool ass way he talk and jive

even when he get locked up in jail

he hop out his cell and begin to bail

all the homeboys locked in the pen

limp down the hall for me once again

you can take my freedom

put me in the hole

but even in the hole - im'a hit my stroll

dayton's hustler