Get Yo Walk On (Snippet) Songtext
von Xzibit

Yeah
I can drink a whole Henessey 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 niggas continue to floss and lip-sync
And I'ma just continue to flow, while rockin' the boat
Probably smoke 300 thousand dollars in dope

Don′t make my Desert Eagle barrel touch the back of your throat
Always approach niggas that′s known for killin' your folks
Be surprised who could turn around and bust on y′all
Catch your mother or your sister comin' out of the mall
Bang holes through they coats and they Macy bags
No retaliation you basically runnin′ with fags
In these streets, you only good as your last transaction


Funny style, and these niggas 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 and 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 and jury, don't get your case dismissed
When I get pissed and smash through the makeshift
Uplift, dump this, make your shit knock
Hypnotical, hardrock that don′t flop
It's the best thing crackin′ my nigga
Lot of rappers talk of flashin' the trigger but don′t ever deliver
From the home of the toe tag, lowriders and body bags
Earthquakes, police with automatics and nerve gas


Learn fast or get left behind quick (yeah)
You testify, you get wrapped in plastic (hell yeah)
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 high
Stand by, do or die for the WestCoast
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 (dead people!)
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 out of 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 niggas want is conflict
Only associate with pros and the convicts
Xzibit roll up in the spot with a bomb bitch
And 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