| To the Weeeeeeest, MARCH
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| Bang, crease the starch
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| Uh oh, here we go again
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| Off the chain, that Dub SC gang
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| State yo name
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| Ice Cube motherfucker
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| What’s your name
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| Mack 10 motherfucker
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| Well bang on, swang on
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| Cause on mine I’mma G on, Dub C let a scene on
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| Get my green on, with my white sling on
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| Weather my rag in, with my khakis cuffed and dragging
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| Three wheels, make the heat squeal
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| This Westcoast shit is the shit that we built
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| Who wanna bust with or fuck with him, and confess
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| Y’all can’t fuck with it, I’m out the roof with it, bang loose with it
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| Dub C, from that Dub SC
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| Fo sho to make ya peeps slang off the cheese man
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| Walk, walk
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| Niggas let me see you walk
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| Walk, walk
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| Bitches let me see you walk — 2x
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| To the Weeeeeeest, MARCH
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| Calling all cars, niggas look hard
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| Near park cars, after dark
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| Get toe start
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| Ice Cube motherfucker, I represent this
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| Don’t mistake the masked up for the apprentice
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| All you bitch ass niggas are defenseless
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| Like a Catholic priest, and bout ten kids
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| It’s sunday school, I run you fools
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| You ain’t gone do shit
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| I got the flip shit blueprint
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| Spit it like I’m gone spit it
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| Niggas wanna get it, but they won’t admit it
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| I’m connected and committed
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| All the way with it, while you bullshitted
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| I’m on exhibit, like a pitbull off the chain
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| Motherfuckers gone flip out, ropes get ripped out
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| Niggas gone trip out, crip out, get a four-fifth out
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| Get bout, with a brickhouse, with my dick out saying fuck ya
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| My whole career, I kept it gangsta and hustla
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| It’s for the ghetto and the gutter everytime I spit
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| For niggas that walk off that funkadelic shit
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| I just might go psycho, and grab the automatic
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| And let one off for the gangbang addicts
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| Cause I’m westside connected like a hand in the glove
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| And I’m the gangsta rap nigga that the D-Boys love
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| Hopped out braided and valetd in the front of the club
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| I hit the do' niggas speak, I hit em up with a dub
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| And even on the east coast, I rep Hoo Bangin
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| Iced out, creased khakis with a red flag hanging
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| Fin to bust a bitch to give head, that’s eating the jaw
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| And if I let my hair down, all the hoes all hoes
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| Get ya hood, ya borough, ya tribe, ya troop
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| And ain’t no niggas in the game that can beat this group
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| Mack 10 and Connect, is the hood I claim
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| We do the damn thang, and it’s off the chain
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| To the Weeeeeeest, MARCH
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| Calling all cars, niggas look hard
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| Near park cars, after dark
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| Get toe start — 2x
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| (*ad-libs*) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Walk , by - WC. Song from the album Ghetto Heisman, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп