Kurupt C-Walk Kuruption - West Coast, 1997 - c walk mp3 mp3

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, da 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 nigga
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 gangsta just like us
Ruff and dont give a fuck aint that right kurupt (thas right)
Stay bangin on these nigga on a regular basis
Big paper chasin, facin felony cases
Made it to be famous, livin hard and dangerous
Steppin on these busta wit my blue chuck taylors

Chorus:

Verse 3: slip capone

You know that gansta rock, gangsta roll
Heres the gangsta shit, we on a gangsta stroll
Its gangsta ride, gangsta slide
Then the gangsta rob with the gangsta glide
Cu gangsta move, and gangsta groove
And most gangsta got nuthin ta lose
Gangsta live, and gangsta die
Gangsta form a gang and the gang multiply
Gangsta give a fuck a g, dont ask why
Gangsta dont snitch, and gangsta dont cry
Gangsta boogie, gangsta don't dance
Gangsta pull the strap out cha' pants and blast
Gangsta don't run, and gangsta 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 da, soopafly, now walk on 'em
C-walk homie, c-walk homie, now walk on 'em