Lyrical Breakdown of 8A - 110.7 - Walk On (Featuring Redman) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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"Walk on" (yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's Meth, back on that old shit
Pick my hos with the same finger I pick my nose with
These flows get hotter than most chicks
Get the picture, I'm focused
Got nothing but cock for cockroaches
Bitch, I'm gone before you notice
Ducking these coppers trying to make they quotas
Spot you with the bricks and the baking sodas
Me and my soldier, we taking over, taking payola
From all these stations and record labels, raping the culture
Tell them niggaz
"Walk on"
Yo, I blow ya minds like Kurt Cobain
My block is hot like Lil' Wayne; I'll pop ya little chain
I'm ready; hip hop is not gon' be the same
Like the Roc and Dame, I'll dot the little change, nigga
I ain't scared, boy, yes sir
If I wasn't a beast, you niggaz wouldn't whisper
I'm like, y'all can fuck y'all self; I'm getting paid daily
Plus keepin' it real, keep you broke, can't tell me, nigga
"Walk on"
Huh, now figure, I don't give a --
And any chick caught with dirt under her nail's a gold digger
Yeah, I tell the people like I told RZA
Man, I got Meth and on the day that I don't, I'll let you know, nigga
Nah, no carbon copies, they ain't got me, but they can watch me
Jewels jingling, middle finger at paparazzi
Not too cocky, but still, ain't too many niggaz can top me
So bounce you fucks and pull ya shoes up, nigga
"Walk on"
Don't even blink, think fast, make the right move
Got a gun on ya, like Pinky had on Ice Cube
I don't play, homey, I got my stripes, too
I'mma sky high-a-trist, I smoke in a flight suit, nigga
Recognize, like Sam Sneed or "back down"
You sick and tired of wack niggaz, then act now
I show you how it's done, nigga, Gilla House
Give you a whole clip, turn your movie theater out, nigga
"Walk on"
And put ya feet up, I'm shaking these dice, so put ya g's up
Sit back and light a tree up while niggaz betting they re-ups
I milk like double D cup, plus, I air it out just like a sneaker
Will win, and then "key" your car like Alicia
Yup, my Meth is off the meter, more Yankee caps than Derek Jeter
Try'nna catch me a diva, then I'mma catch amnesia
Might spill the Dom, but still a don
Still got love for my baby moms, we just don't get along, hold the fuck on
"Walk on"
Allow me to reduce -- nah, I don't need it
If you ain't got it since '92, nigga, beat it
Hop in the quarter-to-seven, black two-seater
Pull out a hammer, big as a vacuum cleaner
Nigga, I roll heavy, bitch, I roll steady
Get that dough Reggie, me fall off, really?
You better ask who the best rapper in ya hood
And when you mimic me, muthafucka, do it good, nigga "Walk on"