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get'chu walk on - don cutec lyrics

[verse 1: don cutec]
my voice and flows represent the ghetto/
out here on the block my generation dying over dineros/
in the gutta i’m real like the heavy metal/
rolling with negros who don’t love hoes doing the most/
cruising through the hood with glocks c-ck watching for the po-pos/
ready for combat puffin fat blunts/ feeling good as f-ck in the zone/
causing major chaos on ellas n-ggas really hate us/
obviously your ho does love gangsters/
claiming to be in love with ya, while she busting to this upon the club telling me cutec i’m feeling ya/
cus’ i’ma g flipping keys and doe by the west side rules i roll/
never stroll living and dying by the sword/

[hook]
c-walk cous’
get’cho walk on n-gga, get’cho walk on n-gga
b-walk blood
get’cho walk on n-gga, get’cho walk on n-gga

[verse 2: don cutec]
cous’! i stizzle my dizzle with a weasel as official funk to my nizzles/
for sure this going to be the n-gga cutec season for chizzle/
my real hood n-ggas know what i c-zzile sure enough my flows will blow your brains like a missal/
living the life fast and furious but i’m not van diesel/
i’ma stay in precision keeping this chemistry key on the ignition sitting upon the hizzle/
focus concentrating on my purpose position for this mission writing rhymes galore/
penitentiary chances has never been a f-cking issue i pray to the lord, don’t f-ck with snitches/
game to keep you away from prison, is the street knowledge wisdom like a smith and wesson/
my little n-ggas acting a fool thrown their hats down on the ground c-walking around it, clowning it/
putting their hood high up with pride watching their back on side/
n-gga this is the west side the best side (what!) that’s right/
the stilo is undressed up my flow is professor b-tch your style is just a dress up/
while my sorry -ss opponents thoughts remaining square as a mess up crip, crip!/

[hook]
c-walk cous’
get’cho walk on n-gga, get’cho walk on n-gga
b-walk blood
get’cho walk on n-gga, get’cho walk on n-gga

[verse 3: don cutec]
word up blood you know we’ll thugs/
i see you over there back and villin trying to make a better living/
flamed up ridaz to the heart throwing party’s full of mami’s/
dog! is like 20 n-ggas and 200 honey’s bubbling up/
everybody macking attacking to get it bracking/
my n-gga b grabbing -ss all around blowning while the little homies b-walking/
everybody barking till they start stomping, jumping/
putting it down like suppose to my n-ggas from the wood are real with it hustling to get it/
let you know quit frankly on the dance floor who did it woof, woof!/

[hook]
c-walk cous’
get’cho walk on n-gga, get’cho walk on n-gga
b-walk blood
get’cho walk on n-gga, get’cho walk on n-gga

- don cutec lyrics

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