Runway Walk

Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus: Xzibit] Your runway walk (Na-na, na-na, na-na) (Na-na, na-na, na-na) Your runway walk (Na-na, na-na, na-na) (Na-na, na-na, na-na) Your runway walk [Chorus: Xzibit] Let me see your runway walk Make your heels click, make the runway talk, come on Pretty ass women takin' pictures They never come outside until they look vicious (Damn) What I gotta say to get a piece of that? (Damn) What I gotta say to get a piece of that? (Damn) What I gotta say to get a piece of that? (Damn) What I gotta say to get a piece of that? [Verse 1: Demrick] My party chick want Moscato out the bottle My Mary Jane wanna fly, like Lois Lane My sober chick just wants some good I got it all, so tell me, how could I complain? Ain't no need to reconsider the pick of the litters here They had one hell of a night, we had a hell of a year The camera light bright, flash white as veneers You ain't never thinkin' twice when your vision is clear We go dummy-dummy with plenty of money to spend Honey, honey, if you love me, then bring one of your friends in And let's take shots, no chasers, call it memory erasers, play the blame game later [Pre-Chorus: Xzibit] Your runway walk (Na-na, na-na, na-na) (Na-na, na-na, na-na) Your runway walk (Na-na, na-na, na-na) (Na-na, na-na, na-na) Your runway walk [Chorus: Xzibit] Let me see your runway walk Make your heels click, make the runway talk, come on Pretty ass women takin' pictures They never come outside until they look vicious (Damn) What I gotta say to get a piece of that? (Damn) What I gotta say to get a piece of that? (Damn) What I gotta say to get a piece of that? (Damn) What I gotta say to get a piece of that? [Verse 2: Xzibit] Now I'm the beast from the West, so you best beware I don't care to lock 'em down, I knock 'em down in pairs On the couch, in the bed, kitchen counter, or stairs Wherever you want it, baby, I'm takin' you there The way you walk in them heels, beyond sex appeal Beyond any type of feelin' you get from takin' a pill I don't care if they're real, could care less if they're fake I like the way that you movin', the way you're makin' it shake Casually datin' ball players that bore you to death Feel like I'm diggin' for oil, you feel it up in your chest Love the way that you dressin', God blessed you, girl Now go and show yo' sexy ass to the rest of the world [Pre-Chorus: Xzibit] Your runway walk (Na-na, na-na, na-na) (Na-na, na-na, na-na) Your runway walk (Na-na, na-na, na-na) (Na-na, na-na, na-na) Your runway walk [Chorus: Xzibit] Let me see your runway walk Make your heels click, make the runway talk, come on Pretty ass women takin' pictures They never come outside until they look vicious (Damn) What I gotta say to get a piece of that? (Damn) What I gotta say to get a piece of that? (Damn) What I gotta say to get a piece of that? (Damn) What I gotta say to get a piece of that? (Na-na, na-na, na-na)