(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