Take A Hit Lyrics by Mack 10

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 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