Xzibit - Get Your Walk On Lyrics
[xzibit](yeah) I can drink a whole henessey fifthSome call that a problem but I call it a giftXzibit make the whole continent shift (hell yeah)Invadin your territory in a blaze of gloryA soldier story, livin off nothin but instinct***** niggaz continue to floss and lip-syncAnd ima just continue to flow, while rockin the boatProbably smoke three-hundred thousand dollars in dopeDont make my desert eagle barrel touch the back of your throatAlways approach niggaz thats known for killin your folksBe surprised who could turn around and bust on yallCatch your mother or your sister comin out of the mallBang holes through they coats and they macy bagsNo retaliation you basically runnin with fagsIn these streets, you only good as your last transactionFunny style, and these niggaz aint laughinYall got it all *****ed up in zero-zeroThink life is a video for last action heroesFace the price you pay for the games you playWhen its all said and done at the end of the day, you gotta[chorus - repeat 2x]Get your walk on, get your head rightI know you feelin the shit, shit is dead rightGet your bounce on, back dat ass up***** pass me the bottle, fill your glass up[xzibit]Judge and jury, dont get your case dismissedWhen I get pissed and smash through the makeshiftUplift, dump this, make your shit knockHypnotical hardrock that dont flopIts the best thing crackin my niggaLot of rappers talk of flashin the trigger but dont ever deliverFrom the home of the toe tag, lowriders and body bagsEarthquakes police with automatics and nerve gasLearn fast or get left behind quick (yeah)You testify, you get wrapped in plastic (hell yeah)Xzibit turn your suv into a casketMailed your body parts in a tub full of sulfuric acidDrastic measures we take just to get byFor all the shit you gotta go through to get highStand by, do or die for the west coastWanna ***** with xzibit but cant come close mother*****ers[chorus][xzibit]Tell yall people to call my peopleRecognize all men are not created equalIm lethal, all yall faggots remain see-throughOnly the kid from the sixth sense can peep you (dead people!)When I get through the worldll be a better placeA little jesus christ mixed with some leatherfaceGo find some punch to spike, find some dope to lacePull a pistol from my waist, nigga reach for spaceSmack the taste out of your mouth if you talk shitOr hit so hard to the chin it make your back flipMy transcript number one up in this conferenceIts nonsense, all yall niggaz want is conflictOnly associate with pros and the convictsXzibit roll up in the spot with a bomb *****And then bounce with a couple, mother***** a tussleYou never have enough muscle to stop a nigga hustle[chorus] - 2x
