WC - Get Your Walk On (remix) lyrics

(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 b**h n***as continue 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 n***as that's known for k**in 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 f*gs In these streets, you only good as your last transaction Funny style, and these n***as ain't laughin Y'all got it all f**ed 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 (Chorus - repeat 2X) Get your walk on, get your head right I know you feelin the sh**, sh** is dead right Get your bounce on, back dat a** up b**h pa** me the bottle, fill your gla** up (Xzibit) Judge and jury, don't get your case dismissed When I get pissed and smash through the makeshift Uplift, dump this, make your sh** knock Hypnotical hardrock that don't flop It's the best thing crackin my n***a 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 sh** you gotta go through to get high Stand by, do or die for the West coast Wanna f** with Xzibit but can't come close motherf**ers (Chorus) Get your walk on, get your head tight I know you feelin the sh**, sh** is dead right Get your bounce on, back dat a** up b**h pa** me the bottle, fill your gla** up (Xzibit) Tell y'all people to call my people Recognize all men are not created equal I'm lethal, all y'all f*ggots 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, n***a reach for space Smack the taste out of your mouth if you talk sh** Or hit so hard to the chin it make your back flip It's nonsense, all y'all n***as want is conflict Only a**ociate with pros and the convicts Xzibit roll up in the spot with a bomb b**h And then bounce with a couple, motherf** a tussle You never have enough muscle to stop a n***a hustle (Chorus - 4X) Get your walk on, get your head tight I know you feelin the sh**, sh** is dead right Get your bounce on, back dat a** up b**h pa** me the bottle, fill your gla** up