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"Walk (Album Version) (Explicit)"

F/ Ice Cube, Mack 10

[Ice Cube]
1, 2, 3, 4
Get you a b*tch up on the floor
You gotta get up and get down (Walk!)
You gotta get up and get down (Walk!)

[Wc]
To the Weeeeeeest, march
Bang, crease the starch
Uh oh, here we go again
Off the chain, that Dub sc gang
State yo name

[Ice Cube]
Ice Cube motherf*cker

[Wc]
What's your name

[Mack 10]
Mack 10 motherf*cker

[Wc]
Well bang on, swang on
Cause on mine I'ma G on, Dub C 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 Westcoast sh*t is the sh*t that we built
Who wanna bust with or f*ck with him, and confess
Y'all can't f*ck with it, I'm out the roof with it, bang loose with it
Dub C, from that Dub sc
For sho to make ya peeps slang off the cheese man

[Chorus:]
Walk, walk
n*ggas let me see you walk
Walk, walk
b*tches let me see you walk - 2x
To the Weeeeeeest, march
Calling all cars, n*ggas look hard
Near park cars, after dark
Get toe start

[Ice Cube]
Ice Cube motherf*cker, I represent this
Don't mistake the masked up for the apprentice
All you b*tch ass n*ggas are defenseless
Like a Catholic priest, and bout ten kids
It's sunday school, I run you fools
You ain't gone do sh*t
I got the flip sh*t, to plant
Spit it like I'm gone spit it
n*ggas wanna get it, but they won't admit it
I'm connected and committed
All the way bided, while you bullsh*tted
I'm on exhibit, like a pitbull off the chain
Motherf*ckers gone flip out, ropes get ripped out
n*ggas gone trip out, crip out, get a four-fifth out
Get bout, with a brickhouse, with my di*k out saying f*ck ya
My whole career, I kept it gangsta and hustla

[Chorus:]
[Mack 10]
It's for the ghetto and the gutter everytime I spit
For n*ggas that walk off that funkadelic sh*t
I just might go psycho, and grab the automatic
And let one off for the gangbang addicts
Cause I'm westside connected like a hand in the glove
And I'm the gangsta rap n*gga that the D-Boys love
Hopped out braided and valetd in the front of the club
I hit the do' n*ggas 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 b*tch 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 n*ggas 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 Weeeeeeest, march
Calling all cars, n*ggas look hard
Near park cars, after dark
Get toe start - 2x

[Chorus - 2x]
(*ad-libs*)

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