[Intro: Ice Cube]
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!)

[Verse 1: WC, Ice Cube & Mack 10]
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 yo name?
Mack 10, motherfucker
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 West Coast shit is the shit that we built
Who wanna 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 C from that Dub SC
Fo sho to make ya peeps slang off the cheese, man
[Chorus: Mack 10, Ice Cube & WC]
Walk, walk
N***as let me see you walk
Walk, walk
Bitches let me see you walk
Walk, walk
N***as let me see you walk
Walk, walk
Bitches let me see you walk
To the west, march!
Calling all cars, n***as look hard
Near park cars, after dark
Ghetto stars

[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
Ice Cube, motherfucker, I represent this
Don't mistake the master for the apprentice
All you bitch-ass n***as are defenseless
Like a Catholic priest and 'bout ten kids
It's Sunday school, I run you fools
You ain't gon' do shit
I got the flip shit, blueprint
Spit it like I'm gon' spit it
N***as wanna get it, but they won't admit it
I'm connected and committed
All the way with it, while you bullshitted
I'm on exhibit, like a pitbull off the chain
Motherfuckers gon' flip out, ropes get ripped out
N***as gon' trip out, crip out, get a four-fifth out
Get 'bout with a brickhouse, with my dick out saying fuck ya
My whole career, I kept it gangsta and hustler
[Chorus: Mack 10, Ice Cube & WC]
Walk, walk
N***as let me see you walk
Walk, walk
Bitches let me see you walk
Walk, walk
N***as let me see you walk
Walk, walk
Bitches let me see you walk
To the west, march!
Calling all cars, n***as look hard
Near park cars, after dark
Ghetto stars

[Verse 3: Mack 10]
It's for the ghetto and the gutter every time I spit
For n***as that walk off that Funkadelic shit
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***a that the D-Boys love
Hopped out braided and valeted in the front of the club
I hit the dough, n***as 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
Finna 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 borough, ya tribe, ya troop
And ain't no n***as 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
[Chorus: Mack 10, Ice Cube & WC]
To the west, march!
Calling all cars, n***as look hard
Near park cars, after dark
Ghetto stars
To the west, march!
Calling all cars, n***as look hard
Near park cars, after dark
Ghetto stars
Walk, walk
N***as let me see you walk
Walk, walk
Bitches let me see you walk
Walk, walk
N***as let me see you walk
Walk, walk
Bitches let me see you walk
Walk, walk
N***as let me see you walk
Walk, walk
Bitches let me see you walk
Walk, walk
N***as let me see you walk
Walk, walk
Bitches let me see you walk

[Outro: WC]
Yeah, n***a, WSC, g
Y'all can't see my group
N***a, I put this shit on the map
And I'ma keep this shit on the map
Signs said deliver skep-skep incorporated
Haha, dub, you a fool
Yeah, n***a, don't get tangled or twisted
N***a, ride wit' us or get rolled on
All day, everyday, Westside Connect' game (Oo-oo)
Westside riders, gangbang!