Walk

KEVIN GILLIAM, WILLIAM CALHOUN, DEDRICK ROLISON, OSHEA JACKSON

1, 2, 3, 4
Get you a bitch up on the floor
You gotta get up and get down (Walk!)
You gotta get up and get down (Walk!)

To the West, march
Bang, crease the starch
Uh oh, here we go again
Off the chain, that Dub SC gang
State yo name

Ice Cube motherfucker

What's your name

Mack 10 motherfucker

Well bang on, swang on
Cause on mine I'm a G on, Dub see let a scene on
Get my green on, with my white sling on
Weather my rag in, with my khakis cuffed and dragging
Three wheels, make the heat squeal
This West coast shit is the shit that we built
Who want to bust with or fuck with him, and confess
y'all can't fuck with it, I'm out the roof with it, bang loose with it
Dub see, from that Dub SC
Fo sho to make ya peeps slang off the cheese man

[Chorus]
Walk, walk
Niggas let me see you walk
Walk, walk
Bitches let me see you walk
Bitches let me see you walk
To the West, march
Calling all cars, niggas look hard
Near park cars, after dark
Get toe start

Ice Cube motherfucker, I represent this
Don't mistake the masked up for the apprentice
All you bitch ass niggas are defenceless
Like a Catholic priest, and bout ten kids
It's Sunday school, I run you fools
You ain't gone do shit
I got the flip shit, to plant
Spit it like I'm gone spit it
Niggas want to get it, but they won't admit it
I'm connected and committed
All the way bided, while you bullshitted
I'm on exhibit, like a pitbull off the chain
Motherfuckers gone flip out, ropes get ripped out
Niggas gone trip out, crip out, get a four-fifth out
Get bout, with a brick house, with my dick out saying fuck ya
My whole career, I kept it gangsta and hustla

[Chorus]

It's for the ghetto and the gutter every time I spit
For niggas that walk off that funkadelic shit
I just might go psycho, and grab the automatic
And let one off for the gang bang addicts
Cause I'm west side connected like a hand in the glove
And I'm the gangsta rap nigga that the D-Boys love
Hopped out braided and valeted in the front of the club
I hit the do' niggas speak, I hit em up with a dub
And even on the east coast, I rep Hoo Bangin
Iced out, creased khakis with a red flag hanging
Fin to bust a bitch to give head, that's eating the jaw
And if I let my hair down, all the hoes all hoes
Get ya hood, ya polo, ya tribe, ya?
And ain't no niggas in the game that can beat this group
Mack 10 and Connect, is the hood I claim
We do the damn thang, and it's off the chain

To the West, march
Calling all cars, niggas look hard
Near park cars, after dark
Get toe start
Get toe start

[Chorus: x2]

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Chi ha composto la canzone “Walk” di di Westside Connection?
La canzone “Walk” di di Westside Connection è stata composta da KEVIN GILLIAM, WILLIAM CALHOUN, DEDRICK ROLISON, OSHEA JACKSON.

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