Lirik Lagu Take A Hit - Mack 10
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(I'm gonna get you high today)
Relax facin facin mind bogglin hallucinationsEasy does it til the skull get your lungs fullTake a deep ??? sit back cos Mackgot that bu yow shit that get'cha higher than wick wackIs hard as stone alone it's always onNever home grown totin cos the streets made me potentDown since '84 now live for '95Got it swingin while some niggas bangin I'm dope slanginfor my everyday expenses, know the consequencesThe bigger the sack, the bigger the sentenceNo time for repentance, put it downcount the stripes that I tallyRunnin backstreets and alleys thru Inglewood, CaliSo back the fuck up, don't act the fuck upNever slip from the hitTriple-six in the clip when I tripSo busters beware, never dare to have quamswith that nigga Mack 10 full of ghetto ass bombsTake a hit
Chorus:
Can you feel it nigga? Nothin can save yaRoll ya papers and take a heel on my shit*repeat*
Get'cha high like a rocket, loot in my pocketMean like the green, bomb like the chocolatethai, I Mack 1-0, gunhoDirty ass Lynch Mob crew, new voodooCast a killer, cap peeler, hang with gorillasTragic when you catch it, runnin from my magicTAADOW! New Jackin got it crackin like Nino'sStackin like casinos, bomb like the primosMake your crack dough black, attack like karateAlways beamed up like Scotty, I control your bodyleave ya numb, redrum, slug like a DodgerNothin bomber than this Westside ghetto gangaHundred proof pure dopeness and it seemsheavy as a Chevy, too much for a triple beamFiend for the microphone, one pop ya dropAnd it don't stop, I can'
Relax facin facin mind bogglin hallucinationsEasy does it til the skull get your lungs fullTake a deep ??? sit back cos Mackgot that bu yow shit that get'cha higher than wick wackIs hard as stone alone it's always onNever home grown totin cos the streets made me potentDown since '84 now live for '95Got it swingin while some niggas bangin I'm dope slanginfor my everyday expenses, know the consequencesThe bigger the sack, the bigger the sentenceNo time for repentance, put it downcount the stripes that I tallyRunnin backstreets and alleys thru Inglewood, CaliSo back the fuck up, don't act the fuck upNever slip from the hitTriple-six in the clip when I tripSo busters beware, never dare to have quamswith that nigga Mack 10 full of ghetto ass bombsTake a hit
Chorus:
Can you feel it nigga? Nothin can save yaRoll ya papers and take a heel on my shit*repeat*
Get'cha high like a rocket, loot in my pocketMean like the green, bomb like the chocolatethai, I Mack 1-0, gunhoDirty ass Lynch Mob crew, new voodooCast a killer, cap peeler, hang with gorillasTragic when you catch it, runnin from my magicTAADOW! New Jackin got it crackin like Nino'sStackin like casinos, bomb like the primosMake your crack dough black, attack like karateAlways beamed up like Scotty, I control your bodyleave ya numb, redrum, slug like a DodgerNothin bomber than this Westside ghetto gangaHundred proof pure dopeness and it seemsheavy as a Chevy, too much for a triple beamFiend for the microphone, one pop ya dropAnd it don't stop, I can'
