Take A Hit

(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 'cause Mack

got that bu yow shit that get'cha higher than wick whack

Is hard as stone alone it's always on

Never home grown totin 'cause 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 through 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 shitGet'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)

Shit! (I'm gonna get you high today)

Shit![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' be's, claimin' see's, everybody Gs

Went from laces to Deez, from mo' see'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]

Songwriters

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