Walk It Out (Remix)

[Refrain: Unk]

Now walk it out

Westside walk it out

Southside walk it out

Eastside walk it out

Northside walk it out

[Intro: Unk]

Big Oomp Records, we back at it again baby

DJ Montay on the track, this the remix, Jim Jones

Andre three stacks, Daddy Fatsacks, this your boy Unk

Remix

[Verse 1: André 3000]

Walk it out like an 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 twelve 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 nightgown

Make your Momma 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 of the parking lot

Forever, not saying I'm the best but 'til they find something better

I am here, no fear, write me a letter, 'til 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 Westside walk it ow-out, I Westside walk it ow-out

I Westside walk it ow-out, then Eastside walk it ow-out

[Verse 2: Unk]

I walked it out the bank, with a lot of zeros

That's what my teachers called me, predictions like they Cleo

So I do my dance for 'em, then make 'bout forty thousand

I do that in a month, I'm on resorts and islands

I make them walk it out, yeah, it's me again

But I'm with Jones, Daddy Fatsacks 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 homey, you still at home homey

With no promotions on me, man that's bologna, homey

The album off in stores, I'm "Beat'n Down Yo Block"

Now gon' and walk it out, they still on my jock

[Refrain: Unk]

Now walk it out

Westside walk it out

Southside walk it out

Eastside walk it out

Northside walk it out

[Verse 3: Jim Jones]

Jones it's DipSet Byrd Gang

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 shit out (balling)

Now we don't walk it out (nope), we drop-top Porsche it out (yea)

I hopped out floss it out, I bring my Air Forces out (clean)

I'm blowing purple smoke, I cough it out, ball it up then ball it out

Tap the bottle, pour it out, balling

Now do the fade-away, and throw some paper-way

And we can skate away, tell the office I'll be late today

Ho I can thug it out, or starstud it 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 throwing thousand stacks

Ho yeah we toss it out, you know I'm talking bout

When cap'n status in da house you know New York is out

[Refrain: Unk]

Now walk it out

Westside walk it out

Southside walk it out

Eastside walk it out

Northside walk it out

[Verse 4: Big Boi]

I walk it out like that last shot of 'gnac at the club

Cause the package store was closed and I'm attached to my buzz

Been slamming Cadillac doors, you know what it was cause

Stay jamming everything platinum check the status cause

Boy stop, brimming with diamonds but that don't mean shit

Designing fly-rhyme patterns since I was seventeen, kid

On Southernplayalistic intro listen close to Peaches

She said nothing but king shit all day, and they be bi-tches

It's like I'm at the dentist cause everybody got crowns

I'll change to ace of spades, cutthroats, and won't bow down

Not a king, queen, or jack fade this, come clean son

Swing from my sack like my babies

Acting like you crazy, Daddy Fat don't like that misbehaving

A-Town's up and deuces down, and something else that be created

Tell Unk, get the doomp, clear the booth it's now official

Dropping bombs like a North Korean nuclear missile

I walk it out, yeah

[Refrain: Unk]

Now walk it out

Westside walk it out

Southside walk it out

Eastside walk it out

Northside walk it out