High with tha Blanksta

Lyrics

[Intro] Puttin' it down, uh Come get high with tha Blanksta Deep down South Come get high with tha Blanksta [Verse 1: Point Blank] PSK scooped me up, now it's time to roll Creepin' through South Park on the beama patrol I got the hoes in the wind, just lost my beeper at the flea Damn, fuck 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' drugs (Blank, let's paint the town red) Man they be hatin' me at the club But I'ma roll with the click 'cause they might get in some shit Another night another fight, especially fuckin' around with Disciple But it's all good 'cause 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 just 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 creep 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) 'Cause everybody in the parkin lot be askin' me [Chorus] I wanna get high with the Blanksta, please Just chill and hit the sweet, young Gs We just blowin' big killa with my niggas (Oh yeah) Blowin' big killa with my niggas I wanna get high with the Blanksta, please Just chill and hit the sweet, young Gs We just blowin' big killa with my niggas (Oh yeah) Blowin' big killa wit with niggas [Verse 2: Point Blank] After the club what's the haps? Stop and go to rob the japs Bitches jammed in the car, I even have two hoes on my lap Blowin' big, takin' swigs, drinkin' syrup smokin' sticks (Oh shit) I just hope we don't go to jail for rapin' one of these bitches Lights out, it's quiet now, somebody yell "Switch" I heard a glass hit the floor and out screamed a "Biatch" (Ouch) .38 just couldn't wait, they would've locked his ass back up (Why you say that blank?) Ya should've seen how he had that ho backed up against the bed, head banging on the wall I'm fried out, jammin' my screwed tape, tellin' myself "I'm fuckin' all of y'all" Everybody naked walkin' dicks are erected I don't give a fuck what y'all doin', just as long as y'all don't break shit [Chorus] I wanna get high with the Blanksta, please Just chill and hit the sweet, young Gs We just blowin' big killa with my niggas (Oh yeah) Blowin' big killa with my niggas I wanna get high with the Blanksta, please Just chill and hit the sweet, young Gs We just blowin' big killa with my niggas (Oh yeah) Blowin' big killa with my niggas [Verse 3: PSK-13] Just in case you ain't know, I fuck all dem stupid hoes Everybody get cha clothes, nigga, it's time to hit the do' And before I go out wanna send a shout out to my baby freaks I'm fuckin' all y'all next week (At the same time) And I promise we gon' hook up 'bout twelve on the PM tip, roll and get fried out Jammin' that slipped into a coma, everybody crunk 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 (Uh, uh) Niggas hatin the click, hate when we roll in Knowin damn well if it go down, oh shit, there they go again Drama, niggas strictly drama Fool we sippin' on serve chill codeine, straight blowin' up the scene It's yo' boy thirteen, Screw rollin' sticky green Let's ride I wanna get high with the Blanksta, uh, uh [Chorus] I wanna get high with the Blanksta, please Just chill and hit the sweet, young Gs We just blowin' big killa with my niggas (Oh yeah) Blowin' big killa with my niggas I wanna get high with the Blanksta, please Just chill and hit the sweet, young Gs We just blowin' big killa with my niggas (Oh yeah) Blowin' big killa with my niggas [Outro] Yo, just though all these muthafuckas 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 killa and betta have ya business ya know what I'm sayin', smoke one