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Lyrics for Get Your Walk On by Xzibit:
| | | Artist: | Xzibit |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | Get Your Walk On | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 373 | | | | Lyrics: | 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
Bitch 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 fucked 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, shit is dead right
Get your bounce on, back
dat ass up
Bitch 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 shit 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 shit you gotta go through to get high
Stand by, do or die for the West coast
Wanna
fuck with Xzibit but can't come close
motherfuckers
[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 bitch
and then bounce with a couple,
motherfuck a tussle
You never have enough muscle to stop a nigga hustle
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