C-Walk lyrics

[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

[Verse 1: Kurupt]

Saggin', nigga G'd up, sippin'

Sip nigga, dip nigga, set trip nigga

Got a grip, nigga? Get a 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 max the sale

Hit the switch, nigga

Don't fuck around with bitch niggas

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

I thought you knew 'bout it, 'bout it, 'bout it, do you 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

[Hook: Kurupt]

(Get'cha walk on)

C-Walk, homie

C-Walk, homie

(Get'cha walk on)

C-Walk, homie

Yeah, I'ma tell you like this

Kurupt, you know how it was for me

[Verse 2: Tray Deee]

Been regarded as the hardest since I hit the set

Young nigga with a rep, kept that gangsta step

Blue Crocka sacs or blue Corduroy 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 thing that bark

Cry Baby on the swamp got the exit locked

And ain't no doubt comin' out he gon' wreck you 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 gangstas just like us

Rough and don't give a fuck—ain't that right, Kurupt?

I stay bangin' on these niggas on a regular basis

Big paper chases, facin' felony cases

Made it to be famous, livin' hard and dangerous

Steppin' on these bustas in my blue Chuck Taylor's

[Hook: Kurupt + (Slip Capone)]

C-Walk, homie

C-Walk, homie

C-Walk, homie

(Hah, Hawthorne is in the house)

C-Walk, homie

(And we C-Walkin', ya dig it?)

C-Walk, homie

[Verse 3: Slip Capone]

You know that gangstas rock, gangstas roll

Here's the gangsta shit, we on a gangsta stroll

'Cause gangstas ride, gangstas slide

In the gangsta ride with the gangsta glide

'Cause gangstas move and gangstas groove

Most gangstas got nothin' to lose

Gangstas live, and gangstas die

Gangstas form a gang and the gang multiply

Gangstas give a fuck, a G don't ask why

Gangstas don't snitch, and gangstas don't cry

Gangstas boogie, gangstas don't dance

Gangsta pull the strap out yo' pants and blast

Gangstas don't run and gangstas don't hide

I'm a 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!

[Hook/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!