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Mack 10 Take a Hit Here are the song lyrics for Take a Hit by Mack 10. For more excellent Mack 10 lyrics, run a search! (Im 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 getcha higher than wick-wack Is hard as stone alone, its 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, Im 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, dont 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* Getcha 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 ninos 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 dont stop, I cant stop Mack 10 and it wont stop So take a hit (Im gonna get you high today) Shiit! (Im 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 bs, claimin cs, everybody gs Went from laces to deez, from mo cs to kis 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 Dont panic, satanic, devotions, convulsions Wipe your whole crew out, niggas get blew out Hides behind a stockin while the bombs tick-tockin Keep rockin and it dont quit, its mack 10 the shit So press your luck butcha know you cant fuck wit it Take a hit Chorus x2
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