Lyrics Get Your Walk On - 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
Bitch
niggas
continue
to
floss
and
lip-sync
And
I'ma
just
continue
to
flow,
while
rockin'
the
boat
Probably
smoke
300
thousand
dollars
in
dope
Don′t
make
my
Desert
Eagle
barrel
Touch
the
back
of
your
throat
Always
approach
niggas
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
niggas
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
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
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
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
Melt
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
WestCoast
Wanna
fuck
with
Xzibit
but
can't
come
close
motherfuckers
Get
your
walk
on,
get
your
head
tight
I
know
you
feelin'
the
shit,
the
shit
is
dead
right
Get
your
bounce
on,
back
dat
ass
up
Bitch,
pass
me
the
bottle,
fill
your
glass
up
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
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
niggas
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
Get
your
walk
on,
get
your
head
tight
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
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
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
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
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