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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Platt
Songwriter
Howard Simmons
Songwriter
Montay Humphrey
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Hey
Big Oomp Records, we back at it again baby
DJ Montay on the track, this the remix, Jim Jones
Andre three stacks, Daddy Fat Sacks, this your boy Unk
Remix
[Verse 2]
Now walk it out, walk it out
Now walk it out, now walk it out
Now walk it out, now walk it out, now walk it out
Now Westside walk it out, Southside walk it out
Eastside walk it out, Northside walk it out
[Verse 3]
Walk it out like a usher, if you say real talk
I probably won't trust ya
If you want to go to war, the gun's my pleasure
Even Jesus had 12 disciples on the lever, trigger, whatever
Pyong, you don't want nan day of three thou'
I'm like jury duty, you're new to this part of town
Your white tee, well, to me look like a night gown
Make your Mama proud, take that thing two sizes down
Then you'll look like the man that you are or what you could be
I can give a damn 'bout your car, but then I would be
If it was considered a classic before the drastic change
In production when cars were metal instead of plastic
Value is what I'm talkin' 'bout, take two of these and walk it out
You'll be the reason they chalk it out
You can't be the king in the parking lot forever
Not saying I'm the best, but till they find something better
I am here, no fear, write me a letter, till then
I walk it out, I walk it out, I walk it out, I walk it out
I walk it out, I walk it out, I walk it out, I walk it out
I Westside walk it out, I Westside walk it out
I Westside walk it out, then Eastside walk it out
[Verse 4]
I walk it out the bank, with a lot of zeros
Just what my teachers called me
Predictions like they Cleo
So I did my dance for 'em
They made 'bout forty thousand
I do that in a month, I'm on resorts and islands
I made 'em walk it out, yeah, it's me again
But I'm with Jones, Daddy Fat Sacks and Benjamin
I roll with made men that break the stage in
And keep the girls happy, so y'all can get the nappy
Gangsters, they do they dance, they do it to my song
See I was up in Cali Crip-walkin' it all night long
Drop twenty on my neck, got ten on my wrist
A billion dollar look, a million dollar kiss
I'm nationwide, homie, you still at home, homie
With no promotions on me
Man that's bologna, homie
That album off in stores
I'm "Beat'n Down Yo Block"
Now go on and walk it out
They still on my jock, now walk it out
[Verse 5]
Now walk it out, now walk it out
Now walk it out, now walk it out
Jones
Now walk it out, now walk it out
It's DipSet Byrd Gang
Now walk it out, now walk it out
Westside walk it out, Southside walk it out
Now come holla at me, you know how we get it out here
Eastside walk it out, Bronx walk it out, Queens walk it out
You know Brooklyn walk it out, now Harlem walk it out
Harlem walk it out, Harlem walk it out
Harlem walk it out
[Verse 6]
Now we don't walk it out
We drop top Porsche it out
I hopped out flossin' out, I bring my Air Forces out
I'm blowin' purple smoke, I cough it out
Ball it up then ball it out
Tap the bottle, pour it out (Ballin')
Now do the fade away and throw some paper away
Then we can skate away, tell the office I'll be late today
Oh, I could thug it out, all star studded out
I take a trip with my bitch and Louis luggage out
I'm talking Magic City or even Body Tap
You know that money ain't a thing, we throwin' thousand stacks
Oh yeah we toss it out, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout
When capital status in the house, you know New York is out
[Verse 7]
Now walk it out, walk it out
Now walk it out, now walk it out
Now walk it out, now walk it out, now walk it out
Westside walk it out, Southside walk it out
Eastside walk it out, Northside walk it out
[Verse 8]
I walk it out like the last shot of 'gnac at the club
'Cause the package store is closed
And I'm attached to my buzz
Been slammin' Cadillac doors
You know what it was 'cause
Stay jammin', everything platinum
Check the status 'cause, 'cause
Boy stop, then we went diamond but that don't mean shit
Designing fine rhyme patterns since I was 17, kids
On Southernplayalistic intro, listen close to Peaches
She said nothing but king shit all day and they be bitches
It's like I'm at the dentist 'cause everybody got crowns
I'll change to ace of spades, cut throats and won't bow down
Not a king, queen or jack fade this, come clean, son
Swing from my sack like my babies
Actin' like you crazy
Daddy Fat don't like that misbehavin'
A-Town's up and deuces down and something else that been created
Tell Oop, get the doonk, clear the booth, it's now official
Droppin' bombs like a North Korean nuclear missile, I walk it out yeah
[Verse 9]
Now walk it out, walk it out
Now walk it out, now walk it out
Now walk it out, now walk it out, now walk it out
Westside walk it out, Southside walk it out
Eastside walk it out, Northside walk it out
Okay, now do it how you do it, go on and walk it out
I said do it how you do it, go on and walk it out
Okay, do it how you do it, go on and walk it out
I said do it how you do it, go on and walk it out
Walk, walk, walk, now walk it out
Walk, walk, walk, now walk it out
Walk, walk, walk, now walk it out
I said do it how you do it, go on and walk it out
Written by: Anthony Platt, Howard Simmons, Jarvis Tremaine Griffin, Korey Roberson, Mcgill Willis, Montay Humprey, Reginald Jones, Richard Sims