Mack 10
Mack 10 - Take a Hit lyrics
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(I'm gonna get you high today) Relax facinfacin 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 aloneit'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 banginI'm dope slangin For my everyday expensesknow the consequences The bigger the sackthe bigger the sentence No time for repentanceput it down Count the stripes that I tally Runnin backstreets and alleys thru inglewoodcali So back the fuck updon't act the fuck up Never slip from the hit Triple-six in the clip when I trip So busters bewarenever 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 rocketloot in my pocket Mean like the greenbomb like the chocolate ThaiI mack 1-0gunho Dirty ass lynch mob crewnew voodoo Cast a killercap peelerhang with gorillas Tragic when you catch itrunnin from my magic Taadow! new jackin got it crackin like nino's Stackin like casinosbomb like the primos Make your crack dough blackattack like karate Always beamed up like scottyI control your body Leave ya numbredrumslug like a dodger Nothin bomber than this westside ghetto ganga Hundred proof pure dopeness and it seems Heavy as a chevytoo much for a triple beam Fiend for the microphoneone pop ya drop And it don't stopI 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 spliffwork the late night shift Get my drift? had it sewed up ever since I showed up Cookin up bouldersgot a crew fulla soldiers Claimin b'sclaimin c'severybody gs Went from laces to deezfrom mo' c's to ki's What you need guaranteed to whip and leave ya trippin Like your saneI sippinfunky germ dippin Make you tweaklose sleepI creep like a phantom Ran em then I win emall up in em like venom Got the lotionsslow motionhit the magic potion Don't panicsatanicdevotionsconvulsions Wipe your whole crew outniggas get blew out Hides behind a stockin while the bomb's tick-tockin Keep rockin and it don't quitit's mack 10 the shit So press your luck but'cha know you can't fuck wit it Take a hit Chorus x2