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