Point Blank (US) - High With Tha Blanksta lyrics

Verse One: PSK scooped me up now it's time to roll Creepin through South Park on a beama patrol I got the hoes in the wind just lost my beeper at the flick Damn, f** it I guess none of my hoes won't be pagin me But it's friday and I'm tight tryin to find some mo d** (Wreckless pay for tongue red) Man they be hatin me at the club But I'ma roll wit the click 'Cuz they might get in some sh** Another night another fight Especially f**in around wit this site But it's all good 'cuz I'm down for whatever and I mean it To the one's that don't know it asks the one's that done seen it You'll respect me I'ma respect you That's that ain't nothin new Black and red's the set I claim I even got homies that's down wit blue So watch yourself in that zone When it's time to get it on The blanksta in the house creepin up on a come up (gotta make that money man) like Bone You wanna get blow Don't be scared to scream (holla at me boy) 'Cuz everybody in the parklot be askin me Chorus: I wanna get high wit the blanksta pleeease Just chillin hit the sweet young gs We just blowin big k**a wit my n***as (oh yeah) Blowin big k**a wit my n***as(x2) Verse Two: After the club what's the haps Stop n go to rob the japs b**hes jammed in the car I even have two hoes on my lap Blowin big Takin swigs Drinkin serve smokin sticks (oh sh**) I just hope we don't go to jail for rapin one of these b**hes Lights out it's quiet now Somebody yell SWITCH I heard a gla** hit the floor And out screamed a b*atch (ouuuuuch) .38 just couldn't wait They would've locked his a** back up (why you say that blank?) Ya should've seen how I had that hoe bagged up It's the bigga here banging on the wall I'm fried out jammin my screwed tape Tellin myself "I'm f**in all of yall" Everybody n***a walkin dicks already wrecked it I don't give a f** what yall doin just as long yall don't break sh** -Chorus- Verse Three: Just in case you ain't know I f** all dem stupid hoes Everybody get cha clothes n***a it's time to hit the door And before I go out wanna send a shout out to my baby freaks I'm f**in all yall next week (same time) We gone hook up 'bout twelve on the P.M. tip Rollin dip fried out Jammin that slip into a coma Everybody crummed now oh yeah Especially since I got sounds in the trunk Now bumpin Everybody jumpin, blowed I won't stop and the Compton swat patrol n***as hatin the click hate when we roll in Knowin damn well if it go down OH sh*t there they go again Drama, n***as strictly drama Fool we sippin on serve chill codeine straight blowin up the set It's yo boy 13 Screw rollin stinkin green Let's ride I wanna get high - with the Blanksta -Chorus- Outro: Yo, just though all these muthaf**as just tripped out and get down tonic or chronic comin to a town near you you know what I'm sayin, PSK the whole screwed up click, so get that k**a and betta have ya business ya know what I'm sayin, Smoke one