Walk
WC Feat. Ice Cube & Mack 10 Lyrics
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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
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]
The song "Walk" by WC featuring Ice Cube and Mack 10 is a classic West Coast gangsta rap anthem. The lyrics are an ode to their respective neighborhoods and gang affiliations, calling out other rappers and gangs while proclaiming their own dominance. The first verse is an invitation to get up and dance, setting the tone for the rest of the song. The chorus urges both men and women to "walk" (gangsta strut) and represent their West Coast pride.
The following verse by Ice Cube is more aggressive and confrontational, calling out those who would try to step to him and proclaiming his gangsta status. He compares himself to a pitbull off the chain, ready to attack at any moment. The final verse by Mack 10 is a similar display of swagger, boasting about his connections and love for the gang lifestyle. Both rappers use vivid imagery of their clothing, cars, and weapons to paint a picture of West Coast gang life.
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Counting off like a drill sergeant preparing to march
Get you a bitch up on the floor
Encouraging women to dance
You gotta get up and get down (Walk!)
Urging people to dance and move
To the West, march
Going to the West side of town to party
Bang, crease the starch
Getting ready for a night out by ironing clothes and looking fresh
Uh oh, here we go again
Excitedly anticipating a night of partying
Off the chain, that Dub SC gang
Proudly representing the Dub SC gang
State yo name
Asking others to introduce themselves
Ice Cube motherfucker
Ice Cube introducing himself and asserting his dominance
What's your name
Asking Mack 10 to introduce himself
Mack 10 motherfucker
Mack 10 introducing himself and asserting his dominance
Well bang on, swang on
Showing off one's confidence and bravado
Cause on mine I'm a G on
Asserting oneself as a gangster
Dub see let a scene on
Representing the Dub SC gang and the West Coast scene
Get my green on, with my white sling on
Preparing oneself for a night out, possibly with drugs and a weapon
Weather my rag in, with my khakis cuffed and dragging
Wearing clothes that represent one's gang and style
Three wheels, make the heat squeal
Driving a lowrider car with three wheels and attracting attention
This West coast shit is the shit that we built
Proudly representing the West Coast hip-hop culture
Who want to bust with or fuck with him, and confess
Challenging others to try to compete or mess with them and confess if they can't
y'all can't fuck with it, I'm out the roof with it, bang loose with it
Asserting that others cannot compete with their skills and energy
Dub see, from that Dub SC
Representing the Dub SC gang and the West Coast scene again
Fo sho to make ya peeps slang off the cheese man
Getting others to dance and enjoy themselves at the party
[Chorus]
The repeated chorus encourages everyone to dance and get wild
Calling all cars, niggas look hard
Announcing the arrival of some tough guys
Near park cars, after dark
Referring to the location and time of the party
Get toe start
Prepare to start dancing
Ice Cube motherfucker, I represent this
Ice Cube reiterating his dominance and representing his crew
Don't mistake the masked up for the apprentice
Warning others not to underestimate him
All you bitch ass niggas are defenceless
Insulting and threatening anyone who may challenge him
Like a Catholic priest, and bout ten kids
Comparing his powerlessness to that of a Catholic priest accused of sexual abuse
It's Sunday school, I run you fools
Professing his power over others like a Sunday school teacher
You ain't gone do shit
Challenging others to try to act against him
I got the flip shit, to plant
Possessing a weapon and skill to use it
Spit it like I'm gone spit it
Rapping with confidence and skill
Niggas want to get it, but they won't admit it
Imagining others secretly wishing to compete but too afraid to do so
I'm connected and committed
Asserting his loyalty to his crew
All the way bided, while you bullshitted
Working hard and staying committed while others wasted time
I'm on exhibit, like a pitbull off the chain
Behaving with the same intensity and ferocity as a pitbull
Motherfuckers gone flip out, ropes get ripped out
Indicating that some people will be overwhelmed by their energy
Niggas gone trip out, crip out, get a four-fifth out
Suggesting that some people may become violent or pull out weapons
Get bout, with a brick house, with my dick out saying fuck ya
Engaging in risky and provocative behavior to show dominance and confidence
My whole career, I kept it gangsta and hustla
Proudly sticking to a gangsta and hustling lifestyle
It's for the ghetto and the gutter every time I spit
Rapping for the streets and the less fortunate
For niggas that walk off that funkadelic shit
Making music for those who enjoy funk-influenced hip-hop
I just might go psycho, and grab the automatic
Showing that he is not afraid to become violent if necessary
And let one off for the gang bang addicts
Shooting a gun as a tribute to gangbanging culture
Cause I'm west side connected like a hand in the glove
Feeling closely aligned with the West Coast and its culture
And I'm the gangsta rap nigga that the D-Boys love
Claiming to be well-respected by drug dealers and other gangsters
Hopped out braided and valeted in the front of the club
Arriving at the club in style and with confidence
I hit the do' niggas speak, I hit em up with a dub
Greeting others and paying them respect with a small amount of money
And even on the east coast, I rep Hoo Bangin
Representing his crew even in territories outside of the West Coast
Iced out, creased khakis with a red flag hanging
Wearing flashy and stylish clothes that represent his gang
Fin to bust a bitch to give head, that's eating the jaw
Planning to have sex with a woman or to receive oral sex
And if I let my hair down, all the hoes all hoes
Indicating that he is popular with women and can have his pick
Get ya hood, ya polo, ya tribe, ya?
Urging others to wear clothes that represent their gang or crew
And ain't no niggas in the game that can beat this group
Boasting about their skills and the dominance of their crew
Mack 10 and Connect, is the hood I claim
Proudly asserting his affiliation with his crew and neighborhood
We do the damn thang, and it's off the chain
Promising to have a great time and party hard
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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