C-Walk

Yeah, this for the west coast cd Let me clear my throat Check it out, check it out, check it out We gonna drop it like this This album is the best of both worlds Kurupt, Daz Dilly, this for the westcoast side, Young Gotti Don't forget about Tray Deee, and Snoop, this for the westcoast one Verse 1: Kurupt Saggin, nigga g'd up, sippin Sip nigga, dip nigga, set trip nigga Gotta grip nigga, getta grip nigga with tha gang And rollin with tha alpine bangin Homie whatcha got? a couple sacs to sell Went from weed and dope to mics ta sell Hit a switch nigga Don't fuck around wit bitch niggaz I'm a money cash nigga Cash gettin, hash hitten Gang bang afiliate Hit a stick real quick And in a minute start killin shit real quick Ima million dollar motherfuckin nigga (million dollar motherfuckin nigga) I thought you knew about it Bout it bout it do ya got it Now tha homies bout it, ima bout ta do this Hit a lick they hit back wit some new shit Then have a gangster reunion, the homie told me (wut he say?) Get cha' boogie on youngsta, see-walk homie Chorus: Get cha' walk on, see-walk homie, see-walk homie Get cha' walk on, see-walk homie Verse 2: Tray Deee Yeah ima tell you like this Kurupt, you know how it was for me Been regarded as the hardest since I hit the set Young nigga with a rep, kept that gangsta step Crocka sacs of blue cordiroy with house shoes on Flawssin for the hoodrats gettin my groove on Hangin in the park till all hours of dark Tryna catch a mark slippin wit this thang that bark Cry baby on the swamp got the exit locked And ain't no doubt comin out he gone wreck ya not Pass me the satin locs so I can wet my throat While I sag the blue khakiswit tha raoder coat All the hoes really want is gangstaz just like us Ruff and don't give a fuck ain't that right Kurupt (thas right) Stay bangin on these niggaz on a regular basis Big paper chasin, facin felony cases Made it to be famous, livin hard and dangerous Steppin on these bustaz wit my blue chuck taylors Chorus: Verse 3: Slip Capone You know that ganstaz rock, gangstaz roll Here's the gangsta shit, we on a gangsta stroll Its gangstaz ride, gangstaz slide Then the gangstaz rob with the gangsta glide 'cause gangstaz move, and gangstaz groove And most gangstaz got nuthin ta lose Gangstaz live, and gangstaz die Gangstaz form a gang and the gang multiply Gangstaz give a fuck a g, don't ask why Gangstaz don't snitch, and gangstaz don't cry Gangstaz boogie, gangstaz don't dance Gangsta pull the strap out cha' pants and blast Gangstaz don't run, and gangstaz don't hide Ima gangsta ass nigga from the sick southside That's how I know exactly what a gangsta do Ya love the gangsta shit ain't you a gangsta too? Then see-walk homie Chorus*(outro) See-walk homie Slip Capone, see-walk homie O.G. Tray Deee, see-walk homie Kurupt, that nigga Daz, Soopafly, now walk on 'em See-walk homie, see-walk homie, now walk on 'em