Get Your Walk On (Remix)

[Intro: Xzibit, Daz Dillinger, WC] 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 crackin', X? (What, what) Dub-C Bringin' it to ya live and direct with my homeboy Mr. X (Yeah) Check this out, y'all (Yeah, come on) [Verse 1: WC, Xzibit] Heel toe, heel toe Heel to the toe, heel the to toe, toe to the heel Let me see you skippin' 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 Gettin' my walk on with Mr. X to the Z (Yeah) Fredwrizeck got this Dub Connect straight bangin' Westside bandana swizangin' 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 gettin' his walk on [Chorus: WC, Daz, Xzibit] Get your walk on, get your head right I know you feelin' 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 feelin' 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 [Verse 2: Daz Dillinger, Xzibit] From the depths of the smog 'cause we servin' '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 rippin' 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 Diggin' ya, comin' 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 it all around If you do the Crip walk and the homies start to talk See, that's what it's all about, woo, woo [Chorus: WC, Daz, Xzibit] Get your walk on, get your head right I know you feelin' this here, this hit is dead right Yeah, get your bounce on, back that ass up> Just pass me the chronic and fill your glass up (Come on) Get your walk on, get your head right I know you feelin' this here, this hit is dead right Yeah, get your bounce on, back that ass up Just pass me the chronic and fill your glass up [Verse 3: 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 Breakin' your jaw, easy like breakin' the law (Yeah) Amplify your Alpine and shake the car Pay attention, I'm on a mission, so walk with us Talkin' 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 [Chorus: WC, Daz, Xzibit] Get your walk on, get your head right I know you feelin' this here, this hit is dead right Yeah, get your bounce on, back that ass up Just pass me the chronic and fill your glass up Get your walk on, get your head right I know you feelin' this here, this hit is dead right Yeah, get your bounce on, back that ass up Just pass me the chronic and fill your glass up