[Ice Cube]
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1, 2, 3, 4
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Get you a bitch up on the floor
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You gotta get up and get down (WALK!)
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You gotta get up and get down (WALK!)
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[WC]
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To the Weeeeeeest, MARCH
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Bang, crease the starch
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Uh oh, here we go again
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Off the chain, that Dub SC gang
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State yo name
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[Ice Cube]
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Ice Cube motherfucker
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[WC]
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What's your name
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[Mack 10]
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Mack 10 motherfucker
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[WC]
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Well bang on, swang on
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Cause on mine I'ma G on, Dub C let a scene on
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Get my green on, with my white sling on
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Weather my rag in, with my khakis cuffed and dragging
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Three wheels, make the heat squeal
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This Westcoast shit is the shit that we built
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Who wanna bust with or fuck with him, and confess
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Y'all can't fuck with it, I'm out the roof with it, bang loose with it
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Dub C, from that Dub SC
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Fo sho to make ya peeps slang off the cheese man
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[Chorus]
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Walk, walk
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Niggas let me see you walk
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Walk, walk
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Bitches let me see you walk - 2x
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To the Weeeeeeest, MARCH
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Calling all cars, niggas look hard
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Near park cars, after dark
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Get toe start
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[Ice Cube]
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Ice Cube motherfucker, I represent this
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Don't mistake the masked up for the apprentice
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All you bitch ass niggas are defenseless
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Like a Catholic priest, and bout ten kids
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It's sunday school, I run you fools
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You ain't gone do shit
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I got the flip shit, to plant
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Spit it like I'm gone spit it
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Niggas wanna get it, but they won't admit it
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I'm connected and committed
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All the way bided, while you bullshitted
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I'm on exhibit, like a pitbull off the chain
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Motherfuckers gone flip out, ropes get ripped out
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Niggas gone trip out, crip out, get a four-fifth out
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Get bout, with a brickhouse, with my dick out saying fuck ya
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My whole career, I kept it gangsta and hustla
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[Chorus]
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[Mack 10]
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It's for the ghetto and the gutter everytime I spit
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For niggas that walk off that funkadelic shit
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I just might go psycho, and grab the automatic
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And let one off for the gangbang addicts
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Cause I'm westside connected like a hand in the glove
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And I'm the gangsta rap nigga that the D-Boys love
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Hopped out braided and valetd in the front of the club
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I hit the do' niggas speak, I hit em up with a dub
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And even on the east coast, I rep Hoo Bangin
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Iced out, creased khakis with a red flag hanging
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Fin to bust a bitch to give head, that's eating the jaw
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And if I let my hair down, all the hoes all hoes
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Get ya hood, ya polo, ya tribe, ya ?
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And ain't no niggas in the game that can beat this group
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Mack 10 and Connect, is the hood I claim
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We do the damn thang, and it's off the chain
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To the Weeeeeeest, MARCH
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Calling all cars, niggas look hard
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Near park cars, after dark
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Get toe start - 2x
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[Chorus - 2x]
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(*ad-libs*)
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Walk (featuring Ice Cube & Mack 10)
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W.C. |