C-Walk

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 Dee, 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 the 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 ya 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 'til 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 hos 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 in 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 Dee, 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 Dee, 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