Walk It Out (Remix) lyrics

[Chorus x2:]
Now walk it out [x4]
Westside walk it out, southside walk it out
Eastside walk it out, northside walk it out

[Andre 3000:]
Now walk it out like a usher
If you say real talk I probably wont trust ya
If you wanna go to war, the gunz my pleasure
Even jesus had 12 disiples on the level, trigger, whatever
Pyune, pyun want dat mega 3 thou
I'm like jury duty your new to this part of town
Your white tee well to me look like a nightgown
Make ya mama proud take that thing two sizes down
Then you look like the man that you are or wat you could be
I could give a damn 'bout your car but then I would be
If it was considered a classic before the drastic change in production
When cars were metal instead of plastic value
Is wat I'm talkin about
Take two of these and walk it out
You be the reason they talk it out
You can't be the king in the parkin lot-- forever
Not sayin I'm the best but till they find sumthin better
I am here no fear right me a letter 'till then
I walk it out [x7] I westside walk it o-o-out [x3] then eastside walk it o-o-out
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[Unk:]
I walk it out the bank with a lot of zeros
That's wat my teachers call me predictions like they cleo
So I did my dance for'm
They make bout 40, 000
I do that in a month I'm no resorts and islands
I make them walk it out yeah it's me again
But I'm with jones that phat stacks and benjamin
I roll with made men
That brakes the stage in
And keep the girls happy
So yall can get the nappy
Gansta's they do they dance they do it to my song
See I was up in cali crip walkin it all night long
Drop 20 on my neck got 10 on they wrist
A billion dolla look a million dolla kiss
I'm nation wide homie you still at home homie
With no promotions on me man that's boloney homie
The album off in stores I'm beatin down ya block
Now goin walk it out and they still on my jock

[Chorus:]
Now walk it out [x4]
Westside walk it out, southside walk it out
Eastside walk it out, northside walk it out

[Jim jones:]
Jones, it's dipset byrd gang, holla at me, you know how we get it up here

Eastside walk it out bronx walk it out
Queens walk it out you know brooklyn walk it out
Now harlem walk it out harlem walk it out harlem walk it out harlem walk shit out
Now we don't walk it out we drop top porsha it out
After I floss it out I bring my air forces out
I'm blowin purple smoke I cough it out
Ball it up and ball it out tap the bottle and then pour it out blin'