Xzibit - Get Your Walk On lyrics

(Yea) I can drink a whole Henessey 5th
Some call that a problem but I call it a gift
Xzibit make the whole continent shift (hell yea)
Invadin your territory in a blaze of glory
A soldier story, livin off nothin but instinct
Bitch niggaz continue to floss & lip-sync
And I ama 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 is known for killin your folks
Be surprised who could turn around & bust on y´all
Catch your mother or your sister comin out of the mall
Bang holes through they coats & they Macy bags
No retaliation you basically runnin with fags
In these streets, you only good as your last transaction
Funny style, & these niggaz aint laughin
Y´all got it all f*cked up in zero-zero
Think life´s a video for "Last Action Heroes"
Face the price you pay for the games you play
When it is all said & done at the end of the day, you´ve got to

[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Get your walk on, get your head right
I know you feelin the shit, shit´s dead right
Get your bounce on, back dat ass up
Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up

[Xzibit]
Judge & jury, don´t get your case dismissed
When I get pissed & smash through the makeshift
Uplift, dump this, make your shit knock
Hypnotical hardrock that don´t flop
It is 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 & body bags
earthquakes police with automatics & nerve gas
Learn fast or get left behind quick (yea)
You testify, you get wrapped in plastic (hell yea)
Xzibit turn your SUV into a casket
Melt your body parts in a tub full of sulfuric acid
Drastic measures we take just to get by
for all the shit you´ve got to go through to get high
Stand by, do or die for the West coast
Want to f*ck with Xzibit but can´t come close motherf*ckers

[Chorus]
Get your walk on, get your head tight
I know you feelin the shit, shit´s dead right
Get your bounce on, back dat ass up
Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up

[Xzibit]
Tell y´all people to call my people
Recognize all men are not created equal
I am lethal, all y´all faggots remain see-through
Only the kid from "The 6th 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 is nonsense, all y´all niggaz want is conflict
Only associate with pros & the convicts
Xzibit roll up in the spot with a bomb bitch
and then bounce with a couple, motherf*ck a tussle
You never have enough muscle to stop a nigga hustle

[Chorus - 4X]
Get your walk on, get your head tight
I know you feelin the shit, shit´s dead right
Get your bounce on, back dat ass up
Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up

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