(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