High With The Blanksta

[Verse One:]

PSK scooped me up now it's time to roll

Creepin through South Park on a beama patrol

I got the hoes in the wind just lost my beeper at the flick

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

(Wreckless pay for tongue red) Man they be hatin me at the club

But I'ma roll wit the click

'Cuz they might get in some shit

Another night another fight

Especially fuckin around wit this site

But it's all good 'cuz 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 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 creepin 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)

'Cuz everybody in the parklot be askin me

[Chorus:]

I wanna get high wit the blanksta pleeease

Just chillin hit the sweet young gs

We just blowin big killa wit my niggas (oh yeah)

Blowin big killa wit my niggas [x2]

[Verse Two:]

After the club what's the haps

Stop n go to rob the japs

Bitches jammed in the car

I even have two hoes on my lap

Blowin big

Takin swigs

Drinkin serve 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 (ouuuuuch)

.38 just couldn't wait

They would've locked his ass back up (why you say that blank?)

Ya should've seen how I had that hoe bagged up

It's the bigga here banging on the wall

I'm fried out jammin my screwed tape

Tellin myself "I'm fuckin all of yall"

Everybody nigga walkin dicks already wrecked it

I don't give a fuck what yall doin just as long yall don't break shit

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]

Just in case you ain't know

I fuck all dem stupid hoes

Everybody get cha clothes

Nigga it's time to hit the door

And before I go out wanna send a shout out to my baby freaks

I'm fuckin all yall next week (same time)

We gone hook up 'bout twelve on the P.M. tip

Rollin dip fried out

Jammin that slip into a coma

Everybody crummed 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

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 set

It's yo boy 13

Screw rollin stinkin green

Let's ride

I wanna get high - with the Blanksta

[Chorus]

[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 on