Daz Dillinger, Xzibit, WC - Get Your Walk On (Remix) lyrics

Yeah nigga, get your walk on
Yeah, y'all tryna walk, huh?
Well, let us officially show you how
To do the damn thang
Yo, ha, come on
Woo (What, what)
What's crackalatin'? Haha (Yeah)
We done got the whole world doing our dance
Homeboy
(Ah ah) What's crackin', X? (What, what)
Dub-C
Bringin' it to ya live and direct
With my homeboy Mr x
(Yeah)
Check this out, y'all (Yeah, come on)

Heel toe, heel toe
Heel to the toe, heel the to toe
Toe to the heel
Let me see you skippin' on that dance floor
Baby


Looka here - walk
Walk walk walk walk walk with me
Fool, what up? Lace some Chucks up
I be that Grand Imperial
Wizard of C-walking teacher
Corduroy house shoe squeaker
A hood star, Child like Destiny
Gettin' my walk on with Mr x to the Z (Yeah)
Fredwrizeck got this Dub
Connect straight bangin'
Westside bandana swizzangin'
I done opened up a can of worms
And I done returned
Many shoot the spreader 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
(Come on)
Yeah, get your bounce on, back that ass up
(Yeah)
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
(Bounce) , back that ass up
Just pass me the chronic and
Fill your glass up

From the depths of the smog 'cause
We servin' 'em as regular
Daz Dillinger, no one could do it better
(Yeah)
Blue Chucks, blue rags
And a nigga blue sweater
X to the Z, Dub-C, my nigga
Let's get down when I get down
And rippin' up the shit down
Fredwreck with the gangsta sizound
I make 'em sea sick when they listen to this
I gets stupid when we clizink up
We ain't had enough
Diggin' ya, comin' straight out the cut
With some shit that I wrote so
You know I ain't no joke
But uh, rat tat tat tat, put you on your back
Nigga, we get stupid like this and like that
See
Put ya left foot in and your right foot out
And ya do the C-walk and ya shake all around
If you do the Crip walk and
The homies start to talk
See, that's what it's all about, woo, woo

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
(Come 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

I can drink a whole Hennessy fifth (Ah ah)
Some call that a problem but I call it a gift
Gave the West Coast a facelift, brand new day
(Yeah)
Now we got the whole planet
Tryna 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' the law
(Yeah)
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 saying
Say what you're meaning
6-4 chromed out, three-wheel leaning
Khakis and T-shirts for all four seasons
Odds and evens, some visit without leaving
Here we go again, ain't a damn thing changed
Keep my name outta 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