a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

wc - walk (album version) (explicit) lyrics

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, sw-ng 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
fo sho to make ya peeps slang off the cheese man

[chorus]
walk, walk
n-gg-s let me see you walk
walk, walk
b-tches let me see you walk – 2x
to the weeeeeeest, march
calling all cars, n-gg-s 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 -ss n-gg-s 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-gg-s 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-gg-s gone trip out, crip out, get a four-fifth out
get bout, with a brickhouse, with my d-ck 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-gg-s that walk off that funkadelic sh-t
i just might go psycho, and grab the automatic
and let one off for the g-ngb-ng addicts
cause i’m westside connected like a hand in the glove
and i’m the gangsta rap n-gg- that the d-boys love
hopped out braided and valetd in the front of the club
i hit the do’ n-gg-s 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-gg-s in the game that can beat this group
mack 10 and connect, is the hood i claim
we do the d-mn thang, and it’s off the chain

to the weeeeeeest, march
calling all cars, n-gg-s look hard
near park cars, after dark
get toe start – 2x

[chorus – 2x]

(-ad-libs-)

- wc lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS