[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