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[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 cock watching for the po-pos/
Ready for combat puffin fat blunts/ feeling good as fuck in the zone/
Causing major chaos on ellas niggas 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 nigga, get’cho walk on nigga
B-walk blood
Get’cho walk on nigga, get’cho walk on nigga
[Hook]
C-Walk Cous’
Get’cho walk on nigga, get’cho walk on nigga
B-walk blood
Get’cho walk on nigga, get’cho walk on nigga
[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 nigga Cutec season for chizzle/
My real hood niggas 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 fucking issue I pray to the Lord, don’t fuck with snitches/
GAME to keep you away from prison, is the street knowledge wisdom like a smith and Wesson/
My little niggas 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/
Nigga this is the West side the best side (what!) that’s right/
The stilo is undressed up my flow is professor bitch your style is just a dress up/
While my sorry ass opponents thoughts remaining square as a mess up crip, crip!/
[Hook]
C-Walk Cous’
Get’cho walk on nigga, get’cho walk on nigga
B-walk blood
Get’cho walk on nigga, get’cho walk on nigga
[Hook]
C-Walk Cous’
Get’cho walk on nigga, get’cho walk on nigga
B-walk blood
Get’cho walk on nigga, get’cho walk on nigga
[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 niggas and 200 honey’s bubbling up/
Everybody macking attacking to get it bracking/
My nigga B grabbing ass all around blowning while the little homies B-walking/
Everybody barking till they start stomping, jumping/
Putting it down like suppose to my niggas 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 nigga, get’cho walk on nigga
B-walk blood
Get’cho walk on nigga, get’cho walk on nigga
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