Point Blank, Big Moe, Lil Flex, Z RO, 3 2 - High With tha Blanksta feat. 3 2, Black, C Lock, Lil Flex, Big Moe, Psk 13 & Z Ro

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PSK scooped me up now it’s time to roll
Creepin through South Park on tha 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 wit the click
'Cuz they might get in some shit
Another night another fight
Especially fuckin around wit Disciple
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 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)
'Cuz everybody in the parkin lot be askin me
I wanna get high wit the blanksta pleeease
Just chill and hit the sweet young gs
We just blowin big killa wit my niggas (oh yeah)
Blowin big killa wit my niggas
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 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 (ouuuuuch)
.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 hoe 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 yall»
Everybody naked walkin dicks are erected
I don’t give a fuck what yall doin just as long yall don’t break shit
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 (at the same time) and I promise
We gone hook up 'bout twelve on the P.M. 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
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 13
Screw rollin stinkin green
Let’s ride
I wanna get high — with the Blanksta
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