(I'm gonna get you high today)
|
|
Relax facin, facin mind-bogglin hallucinations
|
Easy does it til the skull get your lungs full
|
Take a deep ???, sit back cos Mack
|
got that bu-yow shit that get'cha higher than wick-wack
|
Is hard as stone alone, it's always on
|
Never home-grown totin cos the streets made me potent
|
Down since '84 now live for '95
|
Got it swingin while some niggas bangin, I'm dope slangin
|
for my everyday expenses, know the consequences
|
The bigger the sack, the bigger the sentence
|
No time for repentance, put it down
|
count the stripes that I tally
|
Runnin backstreets and alleys thru Inglewood, Cali
|
So back the fuck up, don't act the fuck up
|
Never slip from the hit
|
Triple-six in the clip when I trip
|
So busters beware, never dare to have quams
|
with that nigga Mack 10 full of ghetto ass bombs
|
Take a hit
|
|
Chorus:
|
|
Can you feel it nigga? Nothin can save ya
|
Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit
|
*repeat*
|
|
Get'cha high like a rocket, loot in my pocket
|
Mean like the green, bomb like the chocolate
|
thai, I Mack 1-0, gunho
|
Dirty ass Lynch Mob crew, new voodoo
|
Cast a killer, cap peeler, hang with gorillas
|
Tragic when you catch it, runnin from my magic
|
TAADOW! New Jackin got it crackin like Nino's
|
Stackin like casinos, bomb like the primos
|
Make your crack dough black, attack like karate
|
Always beamed up like Scotty, I control your body
|
leave ya numb, redrum, slug like a Dodger
|
Nothin bomber than this Westside ghetto ganga
|
Hundred proof pure dopeness and it seems
|
heavy as a Chevy, too much for a triple beam
|
Fiend for the microphone, one pop ya drop
|
And it don't stop, I can't stop
|
Mack 10 and it won't stop
|
So take a hit (I'm gonna get you high today)
|
Shiit! (I'm gonn get you high today)
|
Shiit!
|
|
Chorus
|
|
Got that one-hitter quitter shit so take a whiff
|
Need a torch to light my spliff, work the late night shift
|
Get my drift? Had it sewed up ever since I showed up
|
Cookin up boulders, got a crew fulla soldiers
|
claimin B's, claimin C's, everybody Gs
|
Went from laces to Deez, from mo' C's to ki's
|
What you need guaranteed to whip and leave ya trippin
|
like your sane, I sippin, funky germ dippin
|
Make you tweak, lose sleep, I creep like a phantom
|
Ran em then I win em, all up in em like venom
|
Got the lotions, slow motion, hit the magic potion
|
Don't panic, satanic, devotions, convulsions
|
Wipe your whole crew out, niggas get blew out
|
Hides behind a stockin while the bomb's tick-tockin
|
Keep rockin and it don't quit, it's Mack 10 the shit
|
So press your luck but'cha know you can't fuck wit it
|
Take a hit
|
|
Chorus x2
|
|
-----------------
|
Take A Hit
|
Mack 10 |