(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
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 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
Chorus x2
