Get Your Walk On (feat. WC & Dat Nigga Daz) - Remix Explicit

Yeah nigga, get your walk on, yeah

Y'all tryin to walk huh? Well let us

Officially show you how to do the damn thing

Yo, huh, c'mon!

Woo! (woo! woo!) What's crackalatin? (Yeahhh!)

We done got the whole world doin our dance homeboy (OWWW!)

What's crackin X? (woo! woo!)

Dub-C, bringin it to you live and direct

With my homeboy Mr. X (yeah) check this out y'all (c'mon!)

Heel toe, heel toe

Heel to the toe, heel to the toe, toe to the heel

Let me see ya skippin on that dance flo', baby

Looka here, walk, walk-walk-walk-walk-walk with me

Fool whattup, lace them Chucks up

I be that Grand Imperial wizard of C-Walkin

Teacher, corduroy house shoe squeaker

A hood star, child like Destiny

Gettin my walk on with Mr. X to the Z

Fredwrizeck got this Dub connect straight bangin

Westside bandana swizzangin

I done opened up a can of worms and I done returned

Man this shit is spreadin like germs

On the remix, here's one more for y'all to talk on

Dub-C gettin his walk on

Get your walk on, get your head right

I know you feelin this here, this hit is dead right

Yeah, get your bounce on, back that ass up

Just pass me the chronic and fill your glass up

Get your walk on, get your head right

I know you feelin this here, this hit is dead right

Yeah, get your bounce on, back that ass up

Just pass me the chronic and fill your glass up

From the depths of the smog, come through servin 'em as regular

Daz Dillinger, no one can do it better

Blue Chucks, blue rags and the nigga blue sweater

X to the Z, Dub-C my nigga

Let's get down when I get down and rip it up and shit down

Fredwreck with the gangsta sizzound

I make 'em seasick when they listenin this

I get stupid when we please, then cup, we ain't had enough

Diggin it, comin straight out the cut

With some shit that I wrote so you know I ain't no joke

But uhh, rat-tat-tat-tat, put you on your back

Nigga we get stupid like this and like that see

So put your left foot in, and your right foot out

And you do the C-Walk, and you shake it all around

When you do the Crip walk, hella homies start to talk

See that's what, it's all, abouuuuut

Wooo!

Get your walk on, get your head right

I know you feelin this here, this hit is dead right

Yeah, get your bounce on, back that ass up

Just pass me the chronic and fill your glass up

Get your walk on, get your head right

I know you feelin this here, this hit is dead right

Yeah, get your bounce on, back that ass up

Just pass me the chronic and fill your glass up

I can drink a whole Hennessy fifth

(OWWW!) Some call that a problem, but I call it a gift

Gave the West coast a facelift, brand new day

Now we got the whole planet tryin to walk this way

On display, live and direct for y'all

No respect for the weak, no respect at all

Breakin your jaw, easy like breakin a law

Amplify your Alpine and shake the car

Pay attention, I'm on a mission so walk with us

Talkin tough ain't enough in Los Angeles

Gotta mean what you're sayin, say what you're meanin

Six-fo' chromed out, three-wheel leanin

Khakis and t-shirts for all four seasons

Odds and evens, some visit without leavin

Here we go again, ain't a damn thing changed

Keep my name out of your mouth and stay in your lane

Get your walk on, get your head right

I know you feelin this here, this hit is dead right

Yeah, get your bounce on, back that ass up

Just pass me the chronic and fill your glass up

Get your walk on, get your head right

I know you feelin this here, this hit is dead right

Yeah, get your bounce on, back that ass up

Just pass me the chronic and fill your glass up