Walk With Me
Sheek Louch feat. J-Hood Lyrics

We can chill up in the club, we can pop a little bub
Let's hang out at the club and have a drink or two

We can chill up in the VIP
We can upgrade and have a VIP experience

You can show a nigga love, you can give me back rubs
You can be affectionate with me and give me a massage

Yeah, baby, come and party with me (hey)
Let's have a good time together

One-two, and pump it up, and one-two (ah back it up)
Let's dance and move our bodies to the music

They say what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas
Let's live in the moment and have fun without worrying about the consequences

If this ain't Vegas, let's pretend it's Vegas
Let's create our own fun and pretend we're in Vegas

I know what you up to, your skirt's outrageous
I see what you're doing and I appreciate it

But I'm so fucked up that I forgot what your name is
I'm too intoxicated, I can't remember your name

We can jump in my drop-head and pop the throttle
Let's ride in my convertible and speed up

Live our lives for the moment, baby, fuck tomorrow
Let's live in the present and not worry about the future

Kool-Aid smile on your face, popping a bottle
Your smile is beautiful, and let's open a bottle of champagne

Like you had an orgasm and you hit the lotto
You're so happy, it's like you just won the lottery

Throw ya hands in the sky, why, am I
Let's raise our hands in enjoyment and excitement

So, damn fly, can't deny
I look really good and there's no denying it

My shit's tight, gear, sit right
My style and clothing fit perfectly

Ear, big ice, j-yeah, that's right
I have big, flashy earrings, and it looks good on me

Lights are flashing, living life with passion
The lights in the club are bright, and we're living life with energy and passion

And if this was a movie, you would be perfect casting
You look and act like the perfect character for a movie

You killing me slowly, baby, you're like an assassin
You're so attractive, it's like you're slowly killing me

And you know that I'm married, so why the fuck you keep asking
You know I'm already married, so stop trying to pursue me

Now you can get with this or you can get with that
You have options, and you can choose what you want to do

You wanna pop Crys', then you need to get with Crack
If you want to drink champagne, then you need to get with someone who has it

The whip's a 26 and the motor's in the back
The car is a 26 inch rim, and the engine is in the back

I call it Big Meats cause the shit is all black
I named my car Big Meats because it's all black

Now you fucking with Coco, baby, I'm the poster, baby
You're dealing with someone important, and I'm the one to watch out for

I'm a hustler's dream, you suppose to pay me
I'm valuable to hustlers, and they should pay me for my skills

I was dope in the airiness, now I stick crack
I used to be good with my raps, but now I deal crack

I stay fly, you seen a G four on smack, now listen
I always look good, and you saw me riding in a G four while high

Don't you wanna party with me?
Don't you want to have fun and hang out with me?

Where the kush is blowing and the E is free
Let's go where the marijuana smoke is and MDMA is readily available

And the world is yours, it say it right on the blimp
The world is ours for the taking, just look at the blimp that confirms it

And that yacht's so big, we gotta call it a ship, hey
The yacht is so large that it should be called a ship

Punks nigga, gun in the palm, nigga
I'm ready to fight and shoot if necessary

Pop off, whenever it's on, nigga
I'll take action if the situation calls for it

Not tonight, I wanna hear my song
I don't want to get into a fight tonight, I just want to enjoy my music

And let Flex drops bombs when the shit come on, let's get it
Let's listen to the DJ drop dope beats and get hyped

Flex let Sheek on his Cool J shit
The DJ let me rap on the microphone like LL Cool J did

Levi's, black chuckers, hope the deuce deuce fit
I'm wearing Levi's jeans and black Converse shoes, and I hope my small gun fits

Two-seater, little reefer, pass the old fever
I have a two-seater car and I'm smoking marijuana

Showing her what hip hop is
I'm introducing her to hip hop music

Todd Smith, G. Rap, nigga, Kane and Biz
I'm referencing influential hip hop artists, like LL Cool J, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, and Biz Markie

And if I talk L.O.X., I'm getting heavy sex
If I speak about my rap group L.O.X, it turns women on

This early, imagine when it get to Flex
If this is happening already, imagine what will happen later when the DJ plays better music

Toxic heavy, all black Chevy
My car is heavily modified and all black

Sheek got 'em wet, like somebody hit the levy's
I'm making the women aroused, like a levee that just broke

I got a little Porsche, but the truck fit more
I have a small Porsche car, but I could fit more people in my truck

More goons, more chicks, when it's time to score
When it's time to party, I'll have more guys and girls with me

I'm straight out the door, boned from a raw
I'm leaving right away, but not before having sex with someone

Swimming pool bottom of it, big as Shakur
The bottom of my swimming pool is as big as Tupac Shakur's legacy

V.I.P. cool, but the God at the bar
VIP is great, but it's better to be the most important person at the bar

Partying, no shirts, tats over the scar
I'm partying shirtless, and my tattoos cover up my scars

Ice in the sharper, come here, ma, I mean
The jewelry on my body is so sharp that it's attracting women to come to me