GET YOUR WALK ON

Yeah, I can drink a whole Hennessey fifth Some call that a problem but I call it a gift Xzibit make the whole continent shift (hell yeah) Invade ya territory in a blaze of glory Soldiers story, livin off nothing but instinct Bitch niggas continue to floss and lip sinc And I'ma just continue to flow, from rockin the boat Probably smoked 300,000 dollars of dope Don't make my Dessert Eagle barrel touch the back of ya throat Always approach niggas that's known for killin ya folks Be surprised who can turn around and bust on yall Catch ya mother or ya sister comin out of the mall Bang holes thru they coats and they Macy's bags No retaliation? You basically runnin wit fags In these streets you only good as ya last transaction Funny style and these niggas ain't laughin Yall got it all fucked up in zero-zero Think that this a video for“Last Action Hero” 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 Get ya walk on, get ya head right I know you feelin this shit, shit is dead right Get ya bounce on, back that ass up Bitch, pass me the bottle, fill ya glass up (yeah) Get ya walk on, get ya head right I know you feelin this shit, shit is dead right Get ya bounce on, back that ass up Bitch, pass me the bottle, fill ya glass up Judge and jury, don't get ya case dismissed When I get pissed, just smash thru the make shift Uplift, thump this, make ya shit knock Hypnotic or hardknock, it don't flop it's the best thing crackin my nigga Lot of rappers talk and flash trigga but don't never deliver (Yeah Yeah Yeah) From the home of the toe tag Lowriders and body bags Earthquakes, police wit automatics and nerve gas Learn fast or get left behind quick (yeah) You testify, you get wrapped in aplastic (yeah) Xzibit turn ya S. U. V. into a casket Melt ya body parts in a tub of sulfuric acid Drastic measures we take, just to get by For all the shit you gotta go thru to get high Stand by, do or die for the West coast Wanna fuck wit Xzibit but can't come close muthafuckas Get ya walk on, get ya head right I know you feelin this shit, shit is dead right Get ya bounce on, back that ass up Bitch, pass me the bottle, fill ya glass up (yeah) Get ya walk on, get ya head right I know you feelin this shit, shit is dead right Get ya bounce on, back that ass up Bitch, pass me the bottle, fill ya glass up Tell yall people to call my people Recognize, all men are not created equal I'm lethal, all yall faggots remain see thru Only the kid from the sixth sense can peep you “Dead People” When I get threw, the world'll be a better place A little Jesus Christ mixed wit some Leather face Go find some punch to spike, find some dope to lace (yeah) Pull the pistol from my waist nigga, reach for space Smack the taste out of your mouth if you talk shit (yeah) A hit so hard to the chin, it make ya back flip My transcript ♯1 up in this conference It's nonsense, all yall niggas want is conflict (come on nigga) Only associate wit pros and the con-victs Xzibit roll up in the spot wit a bomb bitch And then bounce wit a couple, muthafucka tussle Never havin the muscle to spot a nigga hustle Get ya walk on, get ya head right I know you feelin this shit, shit is dead right Get ya bounce on, back that ass up Bitch, pass me the bottle, fill ya glass up Get ya walk on, get ya head right I know you feelin this shit, shit is dead right Get ya bounce on, back that ass up Bitch, pass me the bottle, fill ya glass up Get ya walk on, get ya head right I know you feelin this shit, shit is dead right Get ya bounce on, back that ass up Bitch, pass me the bottle, fill ya glass up Get ya walk on, get ya head right I know you feelin this shit, shit is dead right Get ya bounce on, back that ass up Bitch, pass me the bottle, fill ya glass up