Walk
Ice Cube/Mack 10/WC Lyrics


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1, 2, 3, 4
Get you a bitch up on the floor
You gotta get up and get down (Walk!)
You gotta get up and get down (Walk!)

To the West, march
Bang, crease the starch
Uh oh, here we go again
Off the chain, that Dub SC gang
State yo name

Ice Cube motherfucker

What's your name

Mack 10 motherfucker

Well bang on, swang on
Cause on mine I'm a G on, Dub see let a scene on
Get my green on, with my white sling on
Weather my rag in, with my khakis cuffed and dragging
Three wheels, make the heat squeal
This West coast shit is the shit that we built
Who want to bust with or fuck with him, and confess
y'all can't fuck with it, I'm out the roof with it, bang loose with it
Dub see, from that Dub SC
Fo sho to make ya peeps slang off the cheese man

[Chorus]
Walk, walk
Niggas let me see you walk
Walk, walk
Bitches let me see you walk
Bitches let me see you walk
To the West, march
Calling all cars, niggas look hard
Near park cars, after dark
Get toe start

Ice Cube motherfucker, I represent this
Don't mistake the masked up for the apprentice
All you bitch ass niggas are defenceless
Like a Catholic priest, and bout ten kids
It's Sunday school, I run you fools
You ain't gone do shit
I got the flip shit, to plant
Spit it like I'm gone spit it
Niggas want to get it, but they won't admit it
I'm connected and committed
All the way bided, while you bullshitted
I'm on exhibit, like a pitbull off the chain
Motherfuckers gone flip out, ropes get ripped out
Niggas gone trip out, crip out, get a four-fifth out
Get bout, with a brick house, with my dick out saying fuck ya
My whole career, I kept it gangsta and hustla

[Chorus]

It's for the ghetto and the gutter every time I spit
For niggas that walk off that funkadelic shit
I just might go psycho, and grab the automatic
And let one off for the gang bang addicts
Cause I'm west side connected like a hand in the glove
And I'm the gangsta rap nigga that the D-Boys love
Hopped out braided and valeted in the front of the club
I hit the do' niggas speak, I hit em up with a dub
And even on the east coast, I rep Hoo Bangin
Iced out, creased khakis with a red flag hanging
Fin to bust a bitch to give head, that's eating the jaw
And if I let my hair down, all the hoes all hoes
Get ya hood, ya polo, ya tribe, ya?
And ain't no niggas in the game that can beat this group
Mack 10 and Connect, is the hood I claim
We do the damn thang, and it's off the chain

To the West, march
Calling all cars, niggas look hard
Near park cars, after dark
Get toe start
Get toe start





[Chorus: x2]

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "Walk" by Ice Cube, Mack 10, and WC are an ode to West Coast gang culture and the lifestyle associated with it. The repetitive chorus is a call to action, urging both men and women to walk to the beat of the music. The first verse is a declaration of their affiliation with the "Dub SC gang" and their tendency to stay "off the chain." Their loyalty to their gang and their respective personas are emphasized. In the second verse, Ice Cube takes the lead in proclaiming his dominance over his rivals, likening himself to a pit bull. He boasts about his long-standing career as a gangsta rapper and emphasizes his connections and commitment to the "game."


The lyrics are straightforward and lack any sort of deep metaphorical meaning. They are a celebration of gang culture, including the violence and aggression associated with it. The song itself has a simplistic beat and repetitive lyrics, making it a classic example of West Coast rap in the '90s.


Line by Line Meaning

1, 2, 3, 4
Let's get ready to make some moves


Get you a bitch up on the floor
Find yourself a partner and let's dance


You gotta get up and get down (Walk!)
Don't just stand there, start moving


You gotta get up and get down (Walk!)
This beat is too good to not dance


To the West, march
We're moving forward in the West Coast direction


Bang, crease the starch
Put some precision in your movements


Uh oh, here we go again
We're about to start something big


Off the chain, that Dub SC gang
We're representing that Dub SC gang to the fullest


State yo name
Let everyone know who you are


Ice Cube motherfucker
I'm Ice Cube and I'm here to make some noise


What's your name
I want to know who you are


Mack 10 motherfucker
I'm Mack 10 and I'm not here to play


Well bang on, swang on
Get into the groove and move with the music


Cause on mine I'm a G on, Dub see let a scene on
I'm a gangsta and I'm representing Dub SC to the fullest


Get my green on, with my white sling on
I'm getting money and I'm doing it in style


Weather my rag in, with my khakis cuffed and dragging
I've got my gang colors on and I'm proud of it


Three wheels, make the heat squeal
My vehicle is turning heads and making people jealous


This West coast shit is the shit that we built
The West Coast is where we come from, it's our home


Who want to bust with or fuck with him, and confess
Who thinks they can go up against us and come out on top?


y'all can't fuck with it, I'm out the roof with it, bang loose with it
We're too good, I'm feeling unstoppable, and I'm letting it all loose


Dub see, from that Dub SC
We're from Dub SC and we're proud of it


Fo sho to make ya peeps slang off the cheese man
We're representing Dub SC to the fullest and making everyone jealous


[Chorus] Walk, walk
Keep moving and don't stop


Niggas let me see you walk
I want to see everyone moving to this beat


Bitches let me see you walk
Girls, don't be shy, show us how you move


To the West, march
We're still moving forward towards the West coast


Calling all cars, niggas look hard
We're not afraid of anyone and we're making an entrance


Near park cars, after dark
We're here and ready to party


Get toe start
Start dancing and don't stop until the night is over


Ice Cube motherfucker, I represent this
I'm Ice Cube and I'm representing everything in this party


Don't mistake the masked up for the apprentice
Don't underestimate me just because I look young


All you bitch ass niggas are defenceless
No one can compete against us


Like a Catholic priest, and bout ten kids
We have more power than anyone can imagine


It's Sunday school, I run you fools
I'm in charge and everyone knows it


You ain't gone do shit
No one can stop me


I got the flip shit, to plant
I'm going to take control and set things straight


Spit it like I'm gone spit it
I'm going to show off my skills and dominate


Niggas want to get it, but they won't admit it
People are afraid to go up against us


I'm connected and committed
I have connections and I'm not afraid to use them


All the way bided, while you bullshitted
I've been paying attention while everyone else has been goofing around


I'm on exhibit, like a pitbull off the chain
I'm ready to show off my skills and prove how good I am


Motherfuckers gone flip out, ropes get ripped out
People are going to be amazed at what I can do


Niggas gone trip out, crip out, get a four-fifth out
People are going crazy and getting violent


Get bout, with a brick house, with my dick out saying fuck ya
I don't care what anyone thinks, I'm going to do what I want


My whole career, I kept it gangsta and hustla
I've always stayed true to my roots


[Chorus]
Keep dancing and moving to the beat


It's for the ghetto and the gutter every time I spit
I'm representing the streets and the people who come from there


For niggas that walk off that funkadelic shit
For people who know how to move to this type of music


I just might go psycho, and grab the automatic
I'm on the edge and I might do something crazy


And let one off for the gang bang addicts
I'm doing this for the people who love this lifestyle


Cause I'm west side connected like a hand in the glove
I'm connected to the West Coast and I know everyone there


And I'm the gangsta rap nigga that the D-Boys love
I'm the type of rapper that drug dealers love


Hopped out braided and valeted in the front of the club
I'm making an entrance and everyone is noticing me


I hit the do' niggas speak, I hit em up with a dub
I'm getting respect and people are recognizing who I am


And even on the east coast, I rep Hoo Bangin
Even though I'm not from the East Coast, I represent my gang everywhere


Iced out, creased khakis with a red flag hanging
I'm fashionable and I'm representing my gang


Fin to bust a bitch to give head, that's eating the jaw
I'm about to do something wild and out of control


And if I let my hair down, all the hoes all hoes
If I start acting crazy, all the girls will want me


Get ya hood, ya polo, ya tribe, ya?
Represent where you're from and show off your style


And ain't no niggas in the game can beat this group
We're unbeatable and we're going to dominate the game


Mack 10 and Connect, is the hood I claim
I'm representing my gang and my crew to the fullest


We do the damn thang, and it's off the chain
We're doing what we do best and it's amazing


Get toe start
Start dancing and don't stop until the night is over


[Chorus: x2]
Keep moving and don't stop




Lyrics © DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: KEVIN GILLIAM, WILLIAM CALHOUN, DEDRICK ROLISON, OSHEA JACKSON

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