Jim Jones - Walk It Out (Remix) lyrics

[Refrain: Unk] Now walk it out Westside walk it out Southside walk it out Eastside walk it out Northside walk it out [Intro: Unk] Big Oomp Records, we back at it again baby DJ Montay on the track, this the remix, Jim Jones Andre three stacks, Daddy Fatsacks, this your boy Unk Remix [Verse 1: Andre 3000] Walk it out like an usher If you say real talk, I probably won't trust ya If you want to go to war, the gun's my pleasure Even Jesus had twelve disciples on the lever, trigger, whatever Pyong, you don't want nan day of three thou' I'm like jury duty, you're new to this part of town Your white tee, well to me, look like a nightgown Make your Momma proud, take that thing two sizes down Then you'll look like the man that you are or what you could be I can I give a damn bout your car, but then I would be If it was considered a cla**ic before the drastic change In production when cars were metal instead of plastic Value, is what I'm talkin bout, take two of these and walk it out You'll be the reason they chalk it out, you can't be the king in the parking lot Forever, not saying I'm the best but til they find something better I am here, no fear, write me a letter, til then I walk it out, I walk it out, I walk it out, I walk it out I walk it out, I walk it out, I walk it out I Westside walk it ow-out, I Westside walk it ow-out I Westside walk it ow-out, then Eastside walk it ow-out [Verse 2: Unk] I walked it out the bank, with a lot of zeros That's what my teachers called me, predictions like they Cleo So I do my dance for 'em, then make 'bout forty thousand I do that in a month, I'm on resorts and islands I make them walk it out, yeah, it's me again But I'm with Jones, Daddy Fatsacks and Benjamin I roll with made men, that brake the stage in And keep the girls happy, so y'all can get the nappy Gangsters they do they dance, they do it to my song See I was up in Cali, Crip-walkin' it all night long Drop twenty on my neck, got ten on my wrist A billion dollar look, a million dollar kiss I'm nationwide homey, you still at home homey With no promotions on me, man that's bologna, homey The album off in stores, I'm "Beat'n Down Yo Block" Now 'gwan and walk it out, they still on my jock [Refrain] [Verse 3: Jim Jones] Jones it's DipSet Byrd Gang Now come holla at me, you know how we get it out here Eastside walk it out, Bronx walk it out Queens walk it out, you know Brooklyn walk it out Now Harlem walk it out, Harlem walk it out Harlem walk it out, Harlem walk sh** out, balling Now we don't walk it out, we drop-top Porsche it out I hopped out floss it out, I bring my Air Forces out I'm blowing purple smoke, I cough it out, ball it up then ball it out Tap the bottle, pour it out, balling Now do the fade-away, and throw some paper-way And we can skate away, tell the office I'll be late today Ho I can thug it out, or starstud it out I take a trip with my b**h and Louis luggage out I'm talking Magic City, or even Body Tap You know that money ain't a thing we throwing thousand stacks Ho yeah we toss it out, you know I'm talking bout When cap'n status in da house you know New York is out [Refrain] [Verse 4: Big Boi] I walk it out like that last shot of 'gnac at the club Cause the package store was closed and I'm attached to my buzz Been slamming Cadillac doors, you know what it was cause Stay jamming everything platinum check the status cause Boy I side, brimming with diamonds but that don't mean sh** Designing fly-rhyme patterns since I was seventeen kid On Southernplayalistic intro listen close to Peaches She said nothing but king sh** all day, and they be bi-tches It's like I'm at the dentist cause everybody got crowns I'll change to ace of spades, cutthroats, and won't bow down Not a king queen or jack fade this, come clean son Swing from my sack like my babies Acting like you crazy, Daddy Fat don't like that misbehaving A-Town's up and deuces down, and something else that be created Tell Oomp, get the doomp, clear the booth it's now official Dropping bombs like a North Korean nuclear missile