Get Your Walk On

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)
 Invadin' your territory in a blaze of glory
 A soldier story, livin' off nothin' but instinct
 Bitch niggas continue to floss and lip-sync
 And I'ma just continue to flow, while rockin' the boat
 Probably smoke 300 thousand dollars in dope
 Don't make my Desert Eagle barrel touch the back of your throat
 Always approach niggas that's known for killin' your folks
 Be surprised who could turn around and bust on y'all
 Catch your mother or your sister comin' out of the mall
 Bang holes through they coats and they Macy bags
 No retaliation you basically runnin' with fags
 In these streets, you only good as your last transaction
 Funny style, and these niggas 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
 Get your walk on, get your head right
 I know you feelin' the shit, shit is dead right
 Get your bounce on, back dat ass up
 Bitch, pass me the bottle, fill your glass up
 Get your walk on, get your head right
 I know you feelin' the shit, shit is dead right
 Get your bounce on, back dat ass up
 Bitch, pass me the bottle, fill your glass up
 Judge and jury, don't get your case dismissed
 When I get pissed and smash through 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 or 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 through to get high
 Stand by, do or die for the WestCoast
 Wanna fuck with Xzibit but can't come close motherfuckers
 Get your walk on, get your head tight
 I know you feelin' the shit, the shit is dead right
 Get your bounce on, back dat ass up
 Bitch, pass me the bottle, fill your glass up
 Get your walk on, get your head right
 I know you feelin' the shit, shit is dead right
 Get your bounce on, back dat ass up
 Bitch, pass me the bottle, fill your glass up
 Tell y'all people to call my people
 Recognize all men are not created equal
 I'm lethal, all y'all faggots remain see-through
 Only the kid from The Sixth Sense can peep you (dead people!)
 When I get through 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 niggas 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
 Get your walk on, get your head tight
 I know you feelin' the shit, shit is dead right
 Get your bounce on, back dat ass up
 Bitch, pass me the bottle, fill your glass up
 Get your walk on, get your head right
 I know you feelin' the shit, shit is dead right
 Get your bounce on, back dat ass up
 Bitch, pass me the bottle, fill your glass up
 Get your walk on, get your head right
 I know you feelin' the shit, shit is dead right
 Get your bounce on, back dat ass up
 Bitch, pass me the bottle, fill your glass up
 Get your walk on, get your head right
 I know you feelin' the shit, shit is dead right
 Get your bounce on, back dat ass up
 Bitch, pass me the bottle, fill your glass up