Lletres:
Limp Where Is Your Limp

I try to find you But no one is there And where are we now when you can't seem to find out Why your mind is where it is Where is your mind now? And

cash to my hands be all blistered up We can pick it up, we can drop it low Recognize what it is when I come through the door Not partyin' and pimpin', I walk wit a limp

rap artists out in the streets You always say our jams are wack but yours'll be tight But you never been near a studio in your life You see, disrespect is your

walk with a limp, pistol hangin off-a the hip I'm awkward and quick enough an sick when sparkin a fith Your carcus is split even the beef is partially

I'm on And everybody wanna know where the kid go Where he rest at? Where he shop at and dress at? Know he got dough, where does he live? Is he still

you want your money back (Your money back) But you're denied 'cause your brain's fried from the sac And there ain't nothing I can do 'Cause life is a

and back the fuck up While we fuck this track up Throw your hands up Throw your hands up Throw your hands up Throw your hands up Move in now move out

want is hoes, big booty hoes Check it out, here's another one All I want is hoes, big booty hoes Don't take 'em to the crib unless they bonin' All I want is

shit and start riots like Limp Bizkit (Limp Bizkit) Throw on 'Guilty Conscience' at concerts And watch mosh pits till motherfuckers knock each other unconscious Some of these crowds that Slim draws Is