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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 till the skull get your lungs full |
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Take a deep [Incomprehensible], sit back 'cause Mack |
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Got that bu-yow *******t 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' 'cause 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 *****s bangin', I'm **** 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, count the stripes |
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That I tally, runnin' backstreet's and alleys through Inglewood, Cali |
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So back the ***** up, don't act the ***** up |
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Never slip from the hit, triple-six in the clip when I trip |
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So busters beware, never dare to have qualms |
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With that ***** Mack 10 full of ghetto ass bombs |
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Take a hit |
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Can you feel it *****? Nothin' can save ya |
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Roll ya papers and take a heel on my *******t |
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Can you feel it *****? Nothin' can save ya |
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Roll ya papers and take a heel on my *******t |
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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, gun ho |
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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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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, red rum, slug like a Dodger |
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Nothin' bomber than this West side ghetto ganga |
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Hundred proof pure ****ness 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 Mack 10 and it won't stop |
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So take a hit |
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(I'm gonna get you high today) |
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*******t, Mac 10 |
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(But I'm gonna get you high today) |
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*******t |
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Can you feel it *****? Nothin' can save ya |
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Roll ya papers and take a heel on my *******t |
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Can you feel it *****? Nothin' can save ya |
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Roll ya papers and take a heel on my *******t |
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Got that one-hitter quitter *******t so take a whiff |
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Need a torch to light my spliff, work the late night *******ft |
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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, *****s 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 *******t |
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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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Can you feel it *****? Nothin' can save ya |
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Roll ya papers and take a heel on my *******t |
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Can you feel it *****? Nothin' can save ya |
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Roll ya papers and take a heel on my *******t |
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Can you feel it *****? Nothin' can save ya |
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Roll ya papers and take a heel on my *******t |
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Can you feel it *****? Nothin' can save ya |
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Roll ya papers and take a heel on my *******t |
