Mack 10 Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Take A Hit Lyrics

(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