Westside Connection - Walk lyrics

[Ice Cube] 1, 2, 3, 4 Get you a b**h up on the floor You gotta get up and get down (WALK!) You gotta get up and get down (WALK!) [WC] To the Weeeeeeest, MARCH Bang, crease the starch Uh oh, here we go again Off the chain, that Dub SC gang State yo name [Ice Cube] Ice Cube motherf**er [WC] What's your name [Mack 10] Mack 10 motherf**er [WC] Well bang on, swang on Cause on mine I'ma G on, Dub C let a scene on Get my green on, with my white sling on Weather my rag in, with my khakis cuffed and dragging Three wheels, make the heat squeal This Westcoast sh** is the sh** that we built Who wanna bust with or f** with him, and confess Y'all can't f** with it, I'm out the roof with it, bang loose with it Dub C, from that Dub SC Fo sho to make ya peeps slang off the cheese man [Chorus] Walk, walk n***as let me see you walk Walk, walk b**hes let me see you walk - 2x To the Weeeeeeest, MARCH Calling all cars, n***as look hard Near park cars, after dark Getto star [Ice Cube] Ice Cube motherf**er, I represent this Don't mistake the masked up for the apprentice All you b**h a** n***as are defenceless Like a Catholic priest, and bout ten kids It's Sunday school, I run you fools You ain't gone do sh** I got the flip sh**, to plant Spit it like I'm gone spit it n***as wanna get it, but they won't admit it I'm connected and committed All the way bided, while you bullsh**ted I'm on exhibit, like a pit-bull off the chain Motherf**ers gone flip out, ropes get ripped out n***as gone trip out, crip out, get a four-fifth out Get bout, with a brick-house, with my dick out saying f** ya My whole career, I kept it gangsta and hustla [Chorus] [Mack 10] It's for the ghetto and the gutter every-time I spit For n***as that walk off that funkadelic sh** I just might go psycho, and grab the automatic And let one off for the g**n addicts Cause I'm westside connected like a hand in the glove And I'm the gangsta rap n***a that the D-Boys love Hopped out braided and valetd in the front of the club I hit the do' n***as speak, I hit em up with a dub And even on the east coast, I rep Hoo Bangin Iced out, creased khakis with a red flag hanging Fin to bust a b**h to give head, that's eating the jaw And if I let my hair down, all the hoes all hoes Get ya hood, ya polo, ya tribe, ya ? And ain't no n***as in the game that can beat this group Mack 10 and Connect, is the hood I claim We do the damn thang, and it's off the chain To the Weeeeeeest, MARCH Calling all cars, n***as look hard Near park cars, after dark Get toe start - 2x [Chorus - 2x] (*ad-libs*)