Kurupt F Tray Deee C Walk Lyrics

C Walk Lyrics

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, nigga g'd up, sippin 

 sip nigga, dip nigga, set trip nigga  

 gotta grip nigga, getta grip nigga 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 nigga  

 dont fuck around wit bitch niggaz 

 im a money cash nigga 

 cash gettin, hash hitten 

 gang bang afiliate 

 hit a stick real quick 

 and in a minute start killin shit real quick 

 ima million dollar motherfuckin nigga (million dollar motherfuckin nigga) 

 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 shit 

 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 nigga 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 fuck aint that right Kurupt (thas right) 

 stay bangin on these niggaz 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 shit, 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 fuck 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 ass nigga from the sick southside 

 thats how i know exactly what a gangsta do 

 ya love the gangsta shit 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 nigga Daz, Soopafly, now walk on 'em 

 c-walk homie, c-walk homie, now walk on 'em