Get Your Walk On lyrics

Artist  : Xzibit 
Song : Get Your Walk On



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 [xzibit]
(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
Bit*h niggaz 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 niggaz that’s known for killin
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 fags
In these streets, you only good as your last
transaction
Funny style, and these niggaz ain’t laughin
Y’all got it all f**ked 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 shit, sh*t is dead right
Get your bounce on, back dat as* up
Bit*h pass me the bottle, fill your glass 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*t knock
Hypnotical hardrock that don’t flop
It’s the best thing crackin my nigga
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
Mailed your body parts in a tub full of sulfuric
acid
Drastic measures we take just to get by
For all the sh*t you gotta go through to get
high
Stand by, do or die for the west coast
Wanna f**k with xzibit but can’t come close
motherf**kers

[chorus]

[xzibit]
Tell y’all people to call my people
Recognize all men are not created equal
I’m lethal, all y’all faggots 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, nigga reach for
space
Smack the taste out of your mouth if you talk
shit
Or hit so hard to the chin it make your back
flip
My transcript number one up in this conference
It’s nonsense, all y’all niggaz want is
conflict
Only associate with pros and the convicts
Xzibit roll up in the spot with a bomb bit*h
And then bounce with a couple, motherf**k a
tussle
You never have enough muscle to stop a nigga
hustle

[chorus] - 2x