(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