featuring Tray Deee



intro:

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 westcoast side Young Gotti

Dont forget about Tray Deee and Snoop this for the westcoast one



verse 1: 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 tha alpine bangin

homie whatcha got? a couple sacs to sell

went from weed and dope to mics ta sell

hit a switch nigga

dont fuck around wit bitch niggaz

im a money cash nigga

cash gettin, hash hitten

gang bang afiliate

hit a stick real quick

and in a minute start killin shit real quick

ima million dollar motherfuckin nigga (million dollar motherfuckin nigga)

i thought you knew about it

bout it bout it do ya got it

now tha homies bout it, ima bout ta do this

hit a lick they hit back wit some new shit

then have a gangster reunion, the homie told me (wut he say?)

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



Verse 2: Tray Deee

yeah ima 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

crocka sacs of blue cordiroy with house shoes on

flawssin for the hoodrats gettin my groove on

hangin in the park till all hours of dark

tryna catch a mark slippin wit this thang that bark

cry baby on the swamp got the exit locked

and aint no doubt comin out he gone wreck ya not

pass me the satin locs so i can wet my throat

while i sag the blue khakiswit tha raoder coat

all the hoes really want is gangstaz just like us

ruff and dont give a fuck aint that right Kurupt (thas right)

stay bangin on these niggaz on a regular basis

big paper chasin, facin felony cases

made it to be famous, livin hard and dangerous

steppin on these bustaz wit my blue chuck taylors



Chorus:



Verse 3: Slip Capone



you know that ganstaz rock, gangstaz roll

heres the gangsta shit, we on a gangsta stroll

its gangstaz ride, gangstaz slide

then the gangstaz rob with the gangsta glide

cuz gangstaz move, and gangstaz groove

and most gangstaz got nuthin ta lose

gangstaz live, and gangstaz die

gangstaz form a gang and the gang multiply

gangstaz give a fuck a g, dont ask why

gangstaz dont snitch, and gangstaz dont 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

ima gangsta ass nigga from the sick southside

thats how i know exactly what a gangsta do

ya love the gangsta shit aint you a gangsta too?

then c-walk homie



Chorus*(outro)



c-walk homie

Slip Capone, c-walk homie

O.G. Tray Deee, c-walk homie

Kurupt, that nigga Daz, Soopafly, now walk on 'em

c-walk homie, c-walk homie, now walk on 'em