xzibit
get your walk on
(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 niggaz continue to floss and lip-sync And I'ma 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'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 niggaz 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 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 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  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 West coast want to fuck with Xzibit but can't come close motherfuckers  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 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  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 niggaz 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 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 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 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