Xzibit - Get Your Walk On [Xplicit] Lyrics (2024)

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(Yeah) I can drink a whole Henessey fifthSome call that a problem but I call it a giftXzibit make the whole continent shift (hell yeah)Invadin your territory in a blaze of gloryA soldier story, livin off nothin but instinctBitch nigg*z continue to floss and lip-syncAnd I'ma just continue to flow, while rockin the boatProbably smoke three-hundred thousand dollars in dopeDon't make my desert eagle barrel touch the back of your throatAlways approach nigg*z that's known for killin your folksBe surprised who could turn around and bust on y'allCatch your mother or your sister comin out of the mallBang holes through they coats and they Macy bagsNo retaliation you basically runnin with fa*gsIn these streets, you only good as your last transactionFunny style, and these nigg*z ain't laughiny'all got it all f*cked up in zero-zeroThink life is a video for "Last Action Heroes"Face the price you pay for the games you playWhen it's all said and done at the end of the day, you gottaGet your walk on, get your head tightI know you feelin the sh*t, sh*t is dead rightGet your bounce on, back dat ass upBitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass upGet your walk on, get your head tightI know you feelin the sh*t, sh*t is dead rightGet your bounce on, back dat ass upBitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass upJudge and jury, don't get your case dismissedWhen I get pissed and smash through the makeshiftUplift, dump this, make your sh*t knockHypnotical hardrock that don't flopIt's the best thing crackin my nigg*Lot of rappers talk of flashin the trigger but don't ever deliverFrom the home of the toe tag, lowriders and body bagsearthquakes police with automatics and nerve gasLearn fast or get left behind quick (yeah)You testify, you get wrapped in plastic (hell yeah)Xzibit turn your SUV into a casketMelt your body parts in a tub full of sulfuric acidDrastic measures we take just to get byfor all the sh*t you gotta go through to get highStand by, do or die for the West coastwant to f*ck with Xzibit but can't come close motherf*ckersGet your walk on, get your head tightI know you feelin the sh*t, sh*t is dead rightGet your bounce on, back dat ass upBitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass upGet your walk on, get your head tightI know you feelin the sh*t, sh*t is dead rightGet your bounce on, back dat ass upBitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass upTell y'all people to call my peopleRecognize all men are not created equalI'm lethal, all y'all fa*ggots remain see-throughOnly the kid from "The Sixth Sense" can peep you (DEAD PEOPLE!)When I get through the world'll be a better placeA little Jesus Christ mixed with some LeatherfaceGo find some punch to spike, find some dope to lacePull a pistol from my waist, nigg* reach for spaceSmack the taste out of your mouth if you talk sh*tor hit so hard to the chin it make your back flipMy transcript number one up in this conferenceIt's nonsense, all y'all nigg*z want is conflictOnly associate with pros and the convictsXzibit roll up in the spot with a bomb bitchand then bounce with a couple, motherf*ck a tussleYou never have enough muscle to stop a nigg* hustleGet your walk on, get your head tightI know you feelin the sh*t, sh*t is dead rightGet your bounce on, back dat ass upBitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass upGet your walk on, get your head tightI know you feelin the sh*t, sh*t is dead rightGet your bounce on, back dat ass upBitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass upGet your walk on, get your head tightI know you feelin the sh*t, sh*t is dead rightGet your bounce on, back dat ass upBitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass upGet your walk on, get your head tightI know you feelin the sh*t, sh*t is dead rightGet your bounce on, back dat ass upBitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up

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