Walk Lyrics

[Ice Cube]
1, 2, 3, 4
Get you a b**** up on the floor
You gotta get up and get down (WALK!)
You gotta get up and get down (WALK!)
To the Weeeeeeest, MARCH
Bang, crease the starch
Uh oh, here we go again
Off the chain, that Dub SC gang
State yo name

[Ice Cube]
Ice Cube m***********

What's your name

[Mack 10]
Mack 10 m***********

Well bang on, swang on
Cause on mine I'ma G on, Dub C let a scene on
Get my green on, with my white sling on
Weather my rag in, with my khakis cuffed and dragging
Three wheels, make the heat squeal
This Westcoast s*** is the s*** that we built
Who wanna bust with or f*** with him, and confess
Y'all can't f*** with it, I'm out the roof with it, bang loose with it
Dub C, from that Dub SC
Fo sho to make ya peeps slang off the cheese man

Walk, walk
n***** let me see you walk
Walk, walk
b****** let me see you walk - 2x
To the Weeeeeeest, MARCH
Calling all cars, n***** look hard
Near park cars, after dark
Get toe start
[Ice Cube]
Ice Cube m***********, I represent this
Don't mistake the masked up for the apprentice
All you b**** a** n***** are defenseless
Like a Catholic priest, and bout ten kids
It's sunday school, I run you fools
You ain't gone do s***
I got the flip s***, to plant
Spit it like I'm gone spit it
n***** wanna get it, but they won't admit it
I'm connected and committed
All the way bided, while you bullshitted
I'm on exhibit, like a pitbull off the chain
m************ gone flip out, ropes get ripped out
n***** gone trip out, crip out, get a four-fifth out
Get bout, with a brickhouse, with my d*** out saying f*** ya
My whole career, I kept it gangsta and hustla

[Mack 10]
It's for the ghetto and the gutter everytime I spit
For n***** that walk off that funkadelic s***
I just might go psycho, and grab the automatic
And let one off for the g******* addicts
Cause I'm westside connected like a hand in the glove
And I'm the gangsta rap n**** that the D-Boys love
Hopped out braided and valetd in the front of the club
I hit the do' n***** speak, I hit em up with a dub
And even on the east coast, I rep Hoo Bangin
Iced out, creased khakis with a red flag hanging
Fin to bust a b**** to give head, that's eating the jaw
And if I let my hair down, all the hoes all hoes
Get ya hood, ya polo, ya tribe, ya ?
And ain't no n***** in the game that can beat this group
Mack 10 and Connect, is the hood I claim
We do the d*** thang, and it's off the chain

To the Weeeeeeest, MARCH
Calling all cars, n***** look hard
Near park cars, after dark
Get toe start - 2x

[Chorus - 2x]
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