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Correct Walk (Featuring Ice Cube & Mack 10) Lyrics
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Correct Walk (Featuring Ice Cube & Mack 10)
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[Ice Cube] 1, 2, 3, 4 Get you a bitch 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 motherfucker [Wc] What's your name [Mack 10] Mack 10 motherfucker [Wc] Well bang on, swang 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 shit is the shit that we built Who wanna bust with or fuck with him, and confess Y'all can't fuck with it, I'm out the roof with it, bang loose with it Dub C, from that Dub sc For sho to make ya peeps slang off the cheese man [Chorus:] Walk, walk Niggas let me see you walk Walk, walk Bitches let me see you walk - 2x To the Weeeeeeest, march Calling all cars, niggas look hard Near park cars, after dark Get toe start [Ice Cube] Ice Cube motherfucker, I represent this Don't mistake the masked up for the apprentice All you bitch ass niggas are defenseless Like a Catholic priest, and bout ten kids It's sunday school, I run you fools You ain't gone do shit I got the flip shit, to plant Spit it like I'm gone spit it Niggas wanna get it, but they won't admit it I'm connected and committed All the way bided, while you bullshitted I'm on exhibit, like a pitbull off the chain Motherfuckers gone flip out, ropes get ripped out Niggas gone trip out, crip out, get a four-fifth out Get bout, with a brickhouse, with my dick out saying fuck 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 niggas that walk off that funkadelic shit I just might go psycho, and grab the automatic And let one off for the gangbang addicts Cause I'm westside connected like a hand in the glove And I'm the gangsta rap nigga that the D-Boys love Hopped out braided and valetd in the front of the club I hit the do' niggas 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 bitch 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 niggas in the game that can beat this group Mack 10 and Connect, is the hood I claim We do the damn thang, and it's off the chain To the Weeeeeeest, march Calling all cars, niggas look hard Near park cars, after dark Get toe start - 2x [Chorus - 2x] (*ad-libs*)
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