Get Your Walk On (Clean)

(Yeah) I can drink a whole Henessey fifth

Some call that a problem but I call it a gift

Xzibit make the whole continent s*ift (hell yeah)

Invadin your territory in a blaze of glory

A soldier story, livin off nothin but instinct

***** ****** continue to floss and lip-sync

And I'ma just continue to flow, while rockin the boat

Probably smoke three-hundred thousand dollars in ****

Don't make my desert eagle barrel touch the back of your throat

Always approach ****** that's known for killin your folks

Be surprised who could turn around and bust on y'all

Catch your mother or your sister comin out of the mall

Bang holes through they coats and they Macy bags

No retaliation you basically runnin with fags

In these streets, you only good as your last transaction

Funny style, and these ****** ain't laughin

Y'all got it all f****d up in zero-zero

Think life is a video for "Last Action Heroes"

Xzibit

Face the price you pay for the games you play

When it's all said and done at the end of the day, you gotta

Get your walk on, get your head right

I know you feelin the s*it, s*it is dead right

Get your bounce on, back dat ass up

***** pass me the bottle, fill your glass up

Judge and jury, don't get your case dismissed

When I get pissed and smash through the makes*ift

Uplift, dump this, make your s*it knock

Hypnotical hardrock that don't flop

It's the best thing crackin my *****

Lot of rappers talk of flas*in the trigger but don't ever deliver

From the home of the toe tag, lowriders and body bags

earthquakes police with automatics and nerve gas

Learn fast or get left behind quick (yeah)

You testify, you get wrapped in plastic (hell yeah)

Xzibit turn your SUV into a casket

Mailed your body parts in a tub full of sulfuric acid

for all the s*it you gotta go through to get high

Stand by, do or die for the West coast

Wanna **** with Xzibit but can't come close motherf****rs

Tell y'all people to call my people

Recognize all men are not created equal

I'm lethal, all y'all f****ts remain see-through

Only the kid from "The Sixth Sense" can peep you (DEAD PEOPLE!)

When I get through the world'll be a better place

A little Jesus Christ mixed with some Leatherface

Go find some punch to spike, find some **** to lace

Pull a pistol from my waist, ***** reach for space

Smack the taste out of your mouth if you talk s*it

or hit so hard to the chin it make your back flip

My transcript number one up in this conference

It's nonsense, all y'all ****** want is conflict

Only associate with pros and the convicts

Xzibit roll up in the spot with a bomb *****

and then bounce with a couple, ********** a tussle

You never have enough muscle to stop a ***** hustle