C-Walk (feat. Tray Dee & Slip Capone)

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 Yeah, uh, yeah This album is the best of both worlds (Kurupt, Daz Dilly) This for the West Coast side (Young Gotti) Don't forget about Tray Deee, and Slip Capone This for the West Coast one 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 the Alpine bangin' Homie whatcha got? a couple sacs to sell Went from weed to dope to max the sale Hit a switch nigga, don't fuck around with bitch niggas I'm a money cash nigga Cash gettin', hash hittin' Gang bang affiliate, hit a stick real quick And in a minute start killin' shit real quick I'm a 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, I'm about to do this Hit a lick then hit back with some new shit Then have a gangster reunion, the homie told me (what he say?) Get cha' boogie on youngsta, C-Walk homie Get cha' walk on, C-Walk homie C-Walk homie C-Walk homie (get cha' walk on) Yeah I'ma 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 Blue Croaker sacks or blue corduroy with house shoes on Flossin' for the hoodrats gettin my groove on Hangin' in the park till all hours of dark Tryna catch a mark slippin' with this thing that bark Cry baby on the swamp got the exit locked And ain't no doubt comin' out he gon' wreck you not Pass me the satin locs so I can wet my throat While I sag the blue khakis with the Raider coat All the hoes really want is gangstas just like us (mm-hmm) Ruff and don't give a fuck ain't that right Kurupt (that's right) Stay bangin' on these niggas on a regular basis Big paper chasin', facin' felony cases Made it to be famous, livin' hard and dangerous Steppin' on these bustas with my blue Chuck Taylors C-Walk homie C-Walk homie C-Walk homie (Hahaha, Hawthorne is in the house) C-Walk homie (and we C-Walkin', ya dig it?) C-Walk homie You know that gangstas rock, gangstas roll Here's the gangsta shit, we on a gangsta stroll It's gangstas ride, gangstas slide Then the gangstas rob with the gangsta glide 'Cause gangstas move, and gangstas groove And most gangstas got nothin' to lose Gangstas live, and gangstas die Gangstas form a gang and the gang multiply Gangstas give a fuck, a G don't ask why Gangstas don't snitch, and gangstas don't cry Gangstas boogie, gangstas don't dance Gangsta pull the strap out cha' pants and blast Gangstas don't run, and gangstas don't hide I'm a gangsta ass nigga from the sick Southside That's how I know exactly what a gangsta do You love the gangsta shit, ain't you a gangsta too? Then C-Walk homie (ha-ha) C-Walk homie Slip Capone, C-Walk homie O.G. Tray Deee, C-Walk homie Kurupt, that nigga Daz, Soopafly, now walk on 'em C-Walk homie C-Walk homie Now walk on 'em Kurupt, Young Gotti, Daz Dillinger Super-duper Soopafly, Tray Deee, Slip Capone Dogg Pound gangstas We love the East Coast homie But we West Coast, assassins You gotta love us too I'm from the East, but I moved to the West That's where I grew up (uh-huh), you might ask Kurupt Hey yo Kurupt, where you from? That's where I let 'em know I'm from the Dogg Pound, the gang, yeah No disresprect to my other homeboys No disrespect to the Bloods, you know