Get Your Walk On Lyrics - Restless - Xzibit

(Yeah) I can drink a whole Henessey fifth 

Some call that a problem but I call it a gift 

Xzibit make the whole continent shift (hell yeah) 

Invadin your territory in a blaze of glory 

A soldier story, livin off nothin but instinct 

Bitch niggaz continue to floss and lip-sync 

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

Probably smoke three-hundred thousand dollars in dope 

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

Always approach niggaz 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 niggaz ain't laughin 

y'all got it all fucked up in zero-zero 

Think life is a video for "Last Action Heroes" 

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 tight 

I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead right 

Get your bounce on, back dat ass up 

Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up 

Get your walk on, get your head tight 

I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead right 

Get your bounce on, back dat ass up 

Bitch 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 makeshift 

Uplift, dump this, make your shit knock 

Hypnotical hardrock that don't flop 

It's the best thing crackin my nigga 

Lot of rappers talk of flashin 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 

Melt your body parts in a tub full of sulfuric acid 

Drastic measures we take just to get by 

for all the shit you gotta go through to get high 

Stand by, do or die for the West coast 

want to fuck with Xzibit but can't come close motherfuckers 

Get your walk on, get your head tight 

I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead right 

Get your bounce on, back dat ass up 

Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up 

Get your walk on, get your head tight 

I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead right 

Get your bounce on, back dat ass up 

Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up 

Tell y'all people to call my people 

Recognize all men are not created equal 

I'm lethal, all y'all faggots 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 dope to lace 

Pull a pistol from my waist, nigga reach for space 

Smack the taste out of your mouth if you talk shit 

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 niggaz want is conflict 

Only associate with pros and the convicts 

Xzibit roll up in the spot with a bomb bitch 

and then bounce with a couple, motherfuck a tussle 

You never have enough muscle to stop a nigga hustle 

Get your walk on, get your head tight 

I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead right 

Get your bounce on, back dat ass up 

Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up 

Get your walk on, get your head tight 

I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead right 

Get your bounce on, back dat ass up 

Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up 

Get your walk on, get your head tight 

I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead right 

Get your bounce on, back dat ass up 

Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up 

Get your walk on, get your head tight 

I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead right 

Get your bounce on, back dat ass up 

Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up