Priority Records - Take a Hit lyrics

(I'm gonna get you high today) Relax facin, facin mind-bogglin hallucinations Eazy-Duz-It till the skull get your lungs full Take a deep pull, react sit back cos Mack Got that bu-yow sh** that get'cha higher than wick-wack It's 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 n***as 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 f** up, don't act the f** up Never slip from the hit Triple-six in the clip when I trip So busters beware, never dare to have qualms With that n***a Mack 10 full of ghetto a** bombs Take a hit Chorus: Can you feel it n***a? Nothin can save ya Roll ya papers and take a heel on my sh** *repeat* Get'cha high like a rocket, loot in my pocket Mean like the green, bomb like the chocolate Thai, I Mack 1-0, gun-ho Dirty a** Lynch Mob crew, new voodoo Cast a k**er, 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, red rum, slug like a Dodger Nothin bomber than this Westside ghetto ganja 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 I 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 sh** 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 full of 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, n***as 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 sh** So press your luck but'cha know you can't f** wit it Take a hit Chorus x2