Get Your Walk On (Fredwreck Remix) lyrics - Xzibit (feat. Daz Dillinger, W.C.)

 [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 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)

[W.C. (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 swizzangin'

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

[W.C. (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}

[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 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 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}

[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

[W.C. (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}