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walk\n  Come on and walk\n  Everybody do the walk\n  Well i know you heard of the Texas hop\n  I know heard of the old foxtrot\n  But when you do the walk, you're do it in style\n  You just shake your hips and close your eyes\n  Do the walk\n  Come on and walk\n  Everybody walk\n  Let me see you do the walk\n  All you got to do is walk\n  Everybody do the walk\n  Come on, come on now\n  Well if you don't know what it's all about\n  Come to me and I'll show you how\n  We'll do it fast, we'll do it slow\n  Then you'll know the walk everywhere you go\n  Do the walk\n  Come on and walk\n  Hey, everybody walk\n  All you got to do is walk\n  Let me see you do the walk\n  Come on and do the walk\n  See, all you gotta do is put one foot in front of the other foot\n  Keep on going than you get where you want to be\n  That's it, you're doing the walk\n  See it's easy\n  Hey, you do the walk\n  Everybody do the walk\n  Oh, come on and do the walk\n  Everybody do the walk\n  Come on and do the 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Ice Cube, Mack 10","trackName":"Walk (Westside Connection) feat. Ice Cube, Mack 10","artistName":"WC","albumName":"Ghetto Heisman","duration":238.506667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"1, 2, 3, 4\nGet you a bitch up on the floor\nYou gotta get up and get down (WALK!)\nYou gotta get up and get down (WALK!)\nTo the Weeeeeeest, MARCH\nBang, crease the starch\nUh oh, here we go again\nOff the chain, that Dub SC gang\nState yo name\nIce Cube motherfucker\nWhat's your name\nMack 10 motherfucker\nWell bang on, swang on\nCause on mine I'ma G on, Dub C let a scene on\nGet my green on, with my white sling on\nWeather my rag in, with my khakis cuffed and dragging\nThree wheels, make the heat squeal\nThis Westcoast shit is the shit that we built\nWho wanna bust with or fuck with him, and confess\nY'all can't fuck with it, I'm out the roof with it, bang loose with it\nDub C, from that Dub SC\nFo sho to make ya peeps slang off the cheese man\nWalk, walk\nNiggas let me see you walk\nWalk, walk\nBitches let me see you walk - 2x\nTo the Weeeeeeest, MARCH\nCalling all cars, niggas look hard\nNear park cars, after dark\nGet toe start\nIce Cube motherfucker, I represent this\nDon't mistake the masked up for the apprentice\nAll you bitch ass niggas are defenseless\nLike a Catholic priest, and bout ten kids\nIt's sunday school, I run you fools\nYou ain't gone do shit\nI got the flip shit, to plant\nSpit it like I'm gone spit it\nNiggas wanna get it, but they won't admit it\nI'm connected and committed\nAll the way bided, while you bullshitted\nI'm on exhibit, like a pitbull off the chain\nMotherfuckers gone flip out, ropes get ripped out\nNiggas gone trip out, crip out, get a four-fifth out\nGet bout, with a brickhouse, with my dick out saying fuck ya\nMy whole career, I kept it gangsta and hustla\nWalk, walk\nNiggas let me see you walk\nWalk, walk\nBitches let me see you walk - 2x\nTo the Weeeeeeest, MARCH\nCalling all cars, niggas look hard\nNear park cars, after dark\nGet toe start\nIt's for the ghetto and the gutter everytime I spit\nFor niggas that walk off that funkadelic shit\nI just might go psycho, and grab the automatic\nAnd let one off for the gangbang addicts\nCause I'm westside connected like a hand in the glove\nAnd I'm the gangsta rap nigga that the D-Boys love\nHopped out braided and valetd in the front of the club\nI hit the do' niggas speak, I hit em up with a dub\nAnd even on the east coast, I rep Hoo Bangin\nIced out, creased khakis with a red flag hanging\nFin to bust a bitch to give head, that's eating the jaw\nAnd if I let my hair down, all the hoes all hoes\nGet ya hood, ya polo, ya tribe, ya?\nAnd ain't no niggas in the game that can beat this group\nMack 10 and Connect, is the hood I claim\nWe do the damn thang, and it's off the chain\nTo the Weeeeeeest, MARCH\nCalling all cars, niggas look hard\nNear park cars, after dark\nGet toe start\nTo the Weeeeeeest, MARCH\nCalling all cars, niggas look hard\nNear park cars, after dark\nGet toe start\nWalk, walk\nNiggas let me see you walk\nWalk, walk\nBitches let me see you walk\nWalk, walk\nNiggas let me see you walk\nWalk, walk\nBitches let me see you walk","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Walk (Westside Connection) feat. Ice Cube, Mack 10\n  artist: WC\n  album: Ghetto Heisman\n  duration_ms: 238507\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  1, 2, 3, 4\n  Get you a bitch up on the floor\n  You gotta get up and get down (WALK!)\n  You gotta get up and get down (WALK!)\n  To the Weeeeeeest, MARCH\n  Bang, crease the starch\n  Uh oh, here we go again\n  Off the chain, that Dub SC gang\n  State yo name\n  Ice Cube motherfucker\n  What's your name\n  Mack 10 motherfucker\n  Well bang on, swang on\n  Cause on mine I'ma G on, Dub C let a scene on\n  Get my green on, with my white sling on\n  Weather my rag in, with my khakis cuffed and dragging\n  Three wheels, make the heat squeal\n  This Westcoast shit is the shit that we built\n  Who wanna bust with or fuck with him, and confess\n  Y'all can't fuck with it, I'm out the roof with it, bang loose with it\n  Dub C, from that Dub SC\n  Fo sho to make ya peeps slang off the cheese man\n  Walk, walk\n  Niggas let me see you walk\n  Walk, walk\n  Bitches let me see you walk - 2x\n  To the Weeeeeeest, MARCH\n  Calling all cars, niggas look hard\n  Near park cars, after dark\n  Get toe start\n  Ice Cube motherfucker, I represent this\n  Don't mistake the masked up for the apprentice\n  All you bitch ass niggas are defenseless\n  Like a Catholic priest, and bout ten kids\n  It's sunday school, I run you fools\n  You ain't gone do shit\n  I got the flip shit, to plant\n  Spit it like I'm gone spit it\n  Niggas wanna get it, but they won't admit it\n  I'm connected and committed\n  All the way bided, while you bullshitted\n  I'm on exhibit, like a pitbull off the chain\n  Motherfuckers gone flip out, ropes get ripped out\n  Niggas gone trip out, crip out, get a four-fifth out\n  Get bout, with a brickhouse, with my dick out saying fuck ya\n  My whole career, I kept it gangsta and hustla\n  Walk, walk\n  Niggas let me see you walk\n  Walk, walk\n  Bitches let me see you walk - 2x\n  To the Weeeeeeest, MARCH\n  Calling all cars, niggas look hard\n  Near park cars, after dark\n  Get toe start\n  It's for the ghetto and the gutter everytime I spit\n  For niggas that walk off that funkadelic shit\n  I just might go psycho, and grab the automatic\n  And let one off for the gangbang addicts\n  Cause I'm westside connected like a hand in the glove\n  And I'm the gangsta rap nigga that the D-Boys love\n  Hopped out braided and valetd in the front of the club\n  I hit the do' niggas speak, I hit em up with a dub\n  And even on the east coast, I rep Hoo Bangin\n  Iced out, creased khakis with a red flag hanging\n  Fin to bust a bitch to give head, that's eating the jaw\n  And if I let my hair down, all the hoes all hoes\n  Get ya hood, ya polo, ya tribe, ya?\n  And ain't no niggas in the game that can beat this group\n  Mack 10 and Connect, is the hood I claim\n  We do the damn thang, and it's off the chain\n  To the Weeeeeeest, MARCH\n  Calling all cars, niggas look hard\n  Near park cars, after dark\n  Get toe start\n  To the Weeeeeeest, MARCH\n  Calling all cars, niggas look hard\n  Near park cars, after dark\n  Get toe start\n  Walk, walk\n  Niggas let me see you walk\n  Walk, walk\n  Bitches let me see you walk\n  Walk, walk\n  Niggas let me see you walk\n  Walk, walk\n  Bitches let me see you walk\n"},{"id":14355146,"name":"Walk (Westside Connection) feat. 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Ice Cube, Mack 10\n  artist: WC\n  album: The Ghetto Heismann\n  duration_ms: 238556\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  1, 2, 3, 4\n  Get you a bitch up on the floor\n  You gotta get up and get down (WALK!)\n  You gotta get up and get down (WALK!)\n  To the Weeeeeeest, MARCH\n  Bang, crease the starch\n  Uh oh, here we go again\n  Off the chain, that Dub SC gang\n  State yo name\n  Ice Cube motherfucker\n  What's your name\n  Mack 10 motherfucker\n  Well bang on, swang on\n  Cause on mine I'ma G on, Dub C let a scene on\n  Get my green on, with my white sling on\n  Weather my rag in, with my khakis cuffed and dragging\n  Three wheels, make the heat squeal\n  This Westcoast shit is the shit that we built\n  Who wanna bust with or fuck with him, and confess\n  Y'all can't fuck with it, I'm out the roof with it, bang loose with it\n  Dub C, from that Dub SC\n  Fo sho to make ya peeps slang off the cheese man\n  Walk, walk\n  Niggas let me see you walk\n  Walk, walk\n  Bitches let me see you walk - 2x\n  To the Weeeeeeest, MARCH\n  Calling all cars, niggas look hard\n  Near park cars, after dark\n  Get toe start\n  Ice Cube motherfucker, I represent this\n  Don't mistake the masked up for the apprentice\n  All you bitch ass niggas are defenseless\n  Like a Catholic priest, and bout ten kids\n  It's sunday school, I run you fools\n  You ain't gone do shit\n  I got the flip shit, to plant\n  Spit it like I'm gone spit it\n  Niggas wanna get it, but they won't admit it\n  I'm connected and committed\n  All the way bided, while you bullshitted\n  I'm on exhibit, like a pitbull off the chain\n  Motherfuckers gone flip out, ropes get ripped out\n  Niggas gone trip out, crip out, get a four-fifth out\n  Get bout, with a brickhouse, with my dick out saying fuck ya\n  My whole career, I kept it gangsta and hustla\n  Walk, walk\n  Niggas let me see you walk\n  Walk, walk\n  Bitches let me see you walk - 2x\n  To the Weeeeeeest, MARCH\n  Calling all cars, niggas look hard\n  Near park cars, after dark\n  Get toe start\n  It's for the ghetto and the gutter everytime I spit\n  For niggas that walk off that funkadelic shit\n  I just might go psycho, and grab the automatic\n  And let one off for the gangbang addicts\n  Cause I'm westside connected like a hand in the glove\n  And I'm the gangsta rap nigga that the D-Boys love\n  Hopped out braided and valetd in the front of the club\n  I hit the do' niggas speak, I hit em up with a dub\n  And even on the east coast, I rep Hoo Bangin\n  Iced out, creased khakis with a red flag hanging\n  Fin to bust a bitch to give head, that's eating the jaw\n  And if I let my hair down, all the hoes all hoes\n  Get ya hood, ya polo, ya tribe, ya?\n  And ain't no niggas in the game that can beat this group\n  Mack 10 and Connect, is the hood I claim\n  We do the damn thang, and it's off the chain\n  To the Weeeeeeest, MARCH\n  Calling all cars, niggas look hard\n  Near park cars, after dark\n  Get toe start\n  To the Weeeeeeest, MARCH\n  Calling all cars, niggas look hard\n  Near park cars, after dark\n  Get toe start\n  Walk, walk\n  Niggas let me see you walk\n  Walk, walk\n  Bitches let me see you walk\n  Walk, walk\n  Niggas let me see you walk\n  Walk, walk\n  Bitches let me see you walk\n"}]