Artist: Kurupt f/ Slip Capone, Tray Deee Album: Kuruption! Song: C-Walk Typed by: fywhla@yahoo.com [Intro: Kurupt] 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 West Coast side (Young Gotti) (Don't forget about Tray Deee and Slip Capone) This for the West Coast one, ha, ha [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 the alpine bangin' Homie what you got? A couple sacks to sell Went from weed to dope to macks to sell Hit a switch nigga Don't fuck around wit bitch niggaz I'm a money cash nigga Cash gettin', hash hittin' Gangbang affiliate, hit a stick real quick And in a minute start killin' shit real quick I'm a million dollar motherfuckin' nigga (million dollar motherfuckin' nigga) I thought you knew about it Bout it, bout it, do ya got it Now the homies bout it, I'm about to do this Hit a lick then hit back with some new shit Then have a gangsta reunion The homie told me, 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... [Tray Deee] Yeah, I'ma 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 Blue crocka sacs or blue cordirouy house shoes on Flossin' for the hoodrats, gettin' my groove on Hangin' in the park 'til all hours of dark Tryin' to catch a mark slippin' with this thang that bark Cry Baby on the swamp got the exit locked And ain't no doubt comin' out he gon' wreck ya not Pass me the satin loc so I can wet my throat While I sag the blue khakis with the Raider coat All the hoes really want is gangstaz just like us Rough and don't give a fuck, ain't that right Kurupt (that's right) Stay bangin' on these niggaz on a regular basis Big paper chases, facin' felony cases Made it to be famous, livin' hard and dangerous Steppin' on these bustas with my blue Chuck Taylor's [Chorus] [Slip Capone] Hahhh... Hawthorne is in the house... And we C-Walkin'... ya dig it? You know that gangstaz rock, gangstaz roll Here's the gangsta shit, we on a gangsta stroll Cause gangstaz ride, gangstaz slide In the gangsta ride with the gangsta glide Cause gangstaz move, and gangstaz groove Most gangstaz got nothin' to lose Gangstaz live, and gangstaz die Gangstaz form a gang and the gang multiply Gangstaz give a fuck, a G don't ask why Gangstaz don't snitch, and gangstaz don't 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 I'ma gangsta ass nigga from the sick Southside That's how I know exactly what a gangsta do You love the gangsta shit, ain't you a gangsta too? Then C-Walk homie [Chorus] [Outro: Kurupt] C-Walk homie... Slip Capone, C-Walk homie O.G. Tray Deee, C-Walk homie Kurupt, Dat Nigga Daz, Soopafly - now walk on 'em C-Walk homie... C-Walk homie... now walk on 'em