Get Your Walk On (Fredwreck Remix)

[Xzibit, (Daz Dillinger) {W.C.}:]
(Yeah nigga, get your walk on)
Yeah, y'all tryna walk, huh?
Well, let us officially show you how to do the damn thang
Yo, ha, come on
{Woo} (What, what)
{What's crackalatin'? Haha} (Yeah)
{We done got the whole world doing our dance, homeboy}
Ah-ah {What's cracking, X?} (What, what)
{Dub-C}
{Bringing it to ya live and direct with my homeboy Mr. X} (Yeah)
{Check this out, y'all} (Yeah, come on)

[W.C. (Xzibit):]
Heel toe, heel toe
Heel to the toe, heel the to toe, toe to the heel
Let me see you skipping on that dance floor, baby
Looka here – walk, walk walk walk walk walk with me
Fool, what up? Lace some Chucks up
I be that Grand Imperial Wizard of C-walking teacher
Corduroy house shoe squeaker
A hood star, Child like Destiny
Getting my walk on with Mr. X to the Z (Yeah)
Fredwrizeck got this Dub Connect straight banging
Westside bandana swizzanging
I done opened up a can of worms
And I done returned, many shoot the spreader like germs
On the remix, here's one more for y'all to talk on
Dub-C getting his walk on

[W.C. (Daz), Xzibit:]
Get your walk on, get your head right
I know you feeling this here, this hit is dead right {Come on}
(Yeah, get your bounce on, back that ass up) {Yeah}
{Just pass me the chronic and fill your glass up}
Get your walk on, get your head right
I know you feeling this here, this hit is dead right
(Yeah, get your bounce on) {Bounce}, (back that ass up)
{Just pass me the chronic and fill your glass up}

[Daz Dillinger (Xzibit):]
From the depths of the smog 'cause we serving 'em as regular
Daz Dillinger, no one could do it better (Yeah)
Blue Chucks, blue rags, and a nigga blue sweater
X to the Z, Dub-C, my nigga
Let's get down when I get down and ripping up the shit down
Fredwreck with the gangsta sizound
I make 'em sea sick when they listen to this
I gets stupid when we clizink up, we ain't had enough
Digging ya, coming straight out the cut
With some shit that I wrote so you know I ain't no joke
But uh, rat-tat-tat-tat, put you on your back
Nigga, we get stupid like this and like that, see
Put ya left foot in and your right foot out
And ya do the C-walk and ya shake all around
If you do the Crip walk and the homies start to talk
See, that's what it's all about, woo, woo

[W.C. (Daz), Xzibit:]
Get your walk on, get your head right
I know you feeling this here, this hit is dead right {Come on}
(Yeah, get your bounce on, back that ass up) {Yeah}
{Just pass me the chronic and fill your glass up}
Get your walk on, get your head right
I know you feeling this here, this hit is dead right
(Yeah, get your bounce on) {Bounce}, (back that ass up)
{Just pass me the chronic and fill your glass up}

[Xzibit:]
I can drink a whole Hennessy fifth (Ah-ah)
Some call that a problem but I call it a gift
Gave the West Coast a facelift, brand new day (Yeah)
Now we got the whole planet tryna walk this way
On display, live and direct for y'all
No respect for the weak, no respect at all
Breaking your jaw, easy like breaking the law (Yeah)
Amplify your Alpine and shake the car
Pay attention, I'm on a mission, so walk with us
Talking tough ain't enough in Los Angeles
Gotta mean what you're saying, say what you're meaning
6-4 chromed out, three-wheel leaning
Khakis and T-shirts for all four seasons
Odds and evens, some visit without leaving
Here we go again, ain't a damn thing changed
Keep my name outta your mouth and stay in your lane

[W.C. (Daz), Xzibit:]
Get your walk on, get your head right
I know you feeling this here, this hit is dead right {Come on}
(Yeah, get your bounce on, back that ass up) {Yeah}
{Just pass me the chronic and fill your glass up}
Get your walk on, get your head right
I know you feeling this here, this hit is dead right
(Yeah, get your bounce on) {Bounce}, (back that ass up)
{Just pass me the chronic and fill your glass up}