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(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
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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
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