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KURUPT : C-Walk lyrics

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KURUPT lyrics : "C-Walk"

[Intro:]
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
This album is the best of both worlds

Kurupt, daz dilly, this for the westcoast side, young gotti
Dont forget about tray deee, and snoop, this for the westcoast one


[Verse 1: kurupt]

Saggin, ^!$$% g'd up, sippin

Sip ^!$$%, dip ^!$$%, set trip ^!$$%
Gotta grip ^!$$%, getta grip ^!$$% with tha gang
And rollin with tha alpine bangin

Homie whatcha got? a couple sacs to sell
Went from weed and dope to mics ta sell
Hit a switch ^!$$%

Dont $#&@ around wit (*##$ ^!$$%z
Im a money cash ^!$$%
Cash gettin, hash hitten

Gang bang afiliate
Hit a stick real quick
And in a minute start killin %#@! real quick

Ima million dollar mother$#&@in ^!$$% (million dollar mother$#&@in ^!$$%)
I thought you knew about it
Bout it bout it do ya got it

Now tha homies bout it, ima bout ta do this
Hit a lick they hit back wit some new %#@!
Then have a gangster reunion, the homie told me (wut he say?)

Get cha' boogie on youngsta, c-walk homie

[Chorus:]

Get cha' walk on, c-walk homie, c-walk homie
Get cha' walk on, c-walk homie


[Verse 2: tray deee]
Yeah ima tell you like this kurupt, you know how it was for me
Been regarded as the hardest since i hit the set

Young ^!$$% with a rep, kept that gangsta step
Crocka sacs of blue cordiroy with house shoes on
Flawssin for the hoodrats gettin my groove on

Hangin in the park till all hours of dark
Tryna catch a mark slippin wit this thang that bark
Cry baby on the swamp got the exit locked

And aint no doubt comin out he gone wreck ya not
Pass me the satin locs so i can wet my throat
While i sag the blue khakiswit tha raoder coat

All the hoes really want is gangstaz just like us
Ruff and dont give a $#&@ aint that right kurupt (thas right)
Stay bangin on these ^!$$%z on a regular basis

Big paper chasin, facin felony cases
Made it to be famous, livin hard and dangerous
Steppin on these bustaz wit my blue chuck taylors


[Chorus:]


[Verse 3: slip capone]

You know that ganstaz rock, gangstaz roll

Heres the gangsta %#@!, we on a gangsta stroll
Its gangstaz ride, gangstaz slide
Then the gangstaz rob with the gangsta glide

Cuz gangstaz move, and gangstaz groove
And most gangstaz got nuthin ta lose
Gangstaz live, and gangstaz die

Gangstaz form a gang and the gang multiply
Gangstaz give a $#&@ a g, dont ask why
Gangstaz dont snitch, and gangstaz dont cry

Gangstaz boogie, gangstaz don't dance
Gangsta pull the strap out cha' pants and blast
Gangstaz don't run, and gangstaz don't hide

Ima gangsta $$# ^!$$% from the sick southside
Thats how i know exactly what a gangsta do
Ya love the gangsta %#@! aint you a gangsta too?

Then c-walk homie

[Chorus (outro)]

C-walk homie

Slip capone, c-walk homie
O.g. tray deee, c-walk homie
Kurupt, that ^!$$% daz, soopafly, now walk on 'em
C-walk homie, c-walk homie, now walk on 'em

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