- Votes:
- Composers:
- Alvin N Joiner
- Melvin Charles Bradford
- K Gillian
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- gangsta rap
- hiphop
- rap
 
- See also:
Xzibit - Get Your Walk On lyrics
Yeah, I can drink a whole Hennessey 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 an' lip-sync
 An' 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 an' bust on y'all
 Catch your mother or your sister comin' out of the mall
 Bang holes through they coats an' they Macy bags
 No retaliation, you basically runnin' with fags
 In these streets, you only good as your last transaction
 Funny style an' 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 an' 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 an' jury, don't get your case dismissed
 When I get pissed an' smash through the makeshift
 Uplift, dump this, make your shit knock
 Hypnotical hard rock that don't flop
 It's the best thing crackin', my nigga
 Lotta rappers talk of flashin' the trigger but don't ever deliver
 From the home of the toe tag, lowriders an' body bags
 Earthquakes, police with automatics an' nerve gas
 Learn fast or get left behind quick
 You testify, you get wrapped in plastic
 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 highXzibit - Get Your Walk On - http://motolyrics.com/xzibit/get-your-walk-on-lyrics.html
 Stand by, do or die for the West coast
 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
 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 outta 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 an' the convicts
 Xzibit roll up in the spot with a bomb bitch
 An' 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












