Xzibit - Get you walk on • correction
english
(Yeah) I can drink a whole Henessey fifth
Some call that a problem but I call it a gift
Xzibit make the whole continent shift (hell yeah)
Ivadin your territory in a blaze of glory
A soldier story, livin off nothin but instinct
Bitch niggaz coninue to floss and lip-sync
And I'ma just continue to flow, while rockin the boat
Probably smoke three-hundred thousand dollars in dope
Don't make my desert eagle barrel touch the back of your throat
Always approach nigga'z that's known for killin your folks
Catch you mother of your sister comin out of the mall
Bang holes trough they coats and they macy bags
No retaliation you basically runnin with fags
In these streets, you only good as you last transaction
Funny style, and these niggaz ain't laughin
Y'all got it all fucked up in zero-zero
Think life is a video for "Last Action Heroes"
Face the price you pay for the games you play
When it's all said and done at the end of the day, you gotta
refrain:
Get your walk on, get you head right
I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead right
Get your bounce on back that ass up
Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up
(2x)
Judge and jury, don't get your case dismissed
When I get pissed and smash trough the makeshift uplift, dump this, make your shit knock.
Hypnotical hardrock that don't flop.
It's the best thing crackin my nigga.
Lot of rappers talk of flashin the trigger but don't ever deliver.
From the home of the toe tag, lowriders and body bags earthquakes police with automatics and nerve gas
Learn fast of get left behind quick (yeah)
You testify, you get wrapped in plastic (hell yeah) xzibit turn your SUV into a casket
Melt your body parts in a tub full of sulfuric acid
Drastic measures we take just to get by for all the shit you gotta go trough to get high
Stand by, do or die for the West coast.
Wanna fuck with Xzibit but can't come close motherfuckers
refrain:
Get your walk on, get your head tight
I know you feelin the shit, the shit is dead right
Get your bouce on, back that ass up
Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up
Tell ya'll people to call my people.
Recognize all men are not created equal.
I'm lethal, all ya'll faggots remain see-trough.
Only the kid from "The Sixth Sense" can peep you (DEAD PEOPLE!)
When I get trough the world'll be a better place
A little Jesus Christ mixed with some leatherface.
Go find some punch to spike, find some dope to lace.
Pull a pistol from my waist, nigga reach for space.
Smack the taste out of your mouth if you talk shit or hit so hard to the chin it make your back flip.
My transcript number one up in this conference.
It's nonsense, all y'all niggaz want is conflict.
Only associate with pros and the convicts.
Xzibit roll up in the spot with a bomb bitch and then bounce with a couple, motherfuck a tussle.
You never have enough muscle to stop a nigga hustle.
refrain:
Get your walk on, get your head tight.
I know you feelin the shit, the shit is dead right.
Get your bounce on, back that ass up.
Bitch pass me the bottle, till your glass up.
(4x)