| PSK scooped me up now it’s time to roll
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| Creepin through South Park on tha beama patrol
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| I got the hoes in the wind just lost my beeper at the flea
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| Damn, fuck it I guess none of my hoes won’t be pagin me
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| But it’s friday and I’m tight tryin to find some mo drugs
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| (Blank let’s paint the town red) Man they be hatin me at the club
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| But I’ma roll wit the click
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| 'Cuz they might get in some shit
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| Another night another fight
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| Especially fuckin around wit Disciple
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| But it’s all good 'cuz I’m down for whatever and I mean it
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| To the one’s that don’t know it asks the one’s that done seen it
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| You’ll respect me I’ma respect you
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| That’s just that ain’t nothin new
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| Black and red’s the set I claim I even got homies that’s down wit blue
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| So watch yourself in that zone
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| When it’s time to get it on
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| The blanksta in the house creep up on a come up (gotta make that
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| Money man) like Bone
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| You wanna get blow
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| Don’t be scared to scream (holla at me boy)
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| 'Cuz everybody in the parkin lot be askin me
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| I wanna get high wit the blanksta pleeease
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| Just chill and hit the sweet young gs
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| We just blowin big killa wit my niggas (oh yeah)
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| Blowin big killa wit my niggas
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| Verse Two:
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| After the club what’s the haps
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| Stop n go to rob the japs
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| Bitches jammed in the car
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| I even have two hoes on my lap
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| Blowin big
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| Takin swigs
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| Drinkin syrup smokin sticks (oh shit)
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| I just hope we don’t go to jail for rapin one of these bitches
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| Lights out it’s quiet now
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| Somebody yell SWITCH
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| I heard a glass hit the floor
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| And out screamed a BIATCH (ouuuuuch)
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| .38 just couldn’t wait
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| They would’ve locked his ass back up (why you say that blank?)
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| Ya should’ve seen how he had that hoe backed up against the bed
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| Head banging on the wall
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| I’m fried out jammin my screwed tape
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| Tellin myself «I'm fuckin all of yall»
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| Everybody naked walkin dicks are erected
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| I don’t give a fuck what yall doin just as long yall don’t break shit
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| Verse Three:
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| Just in case you ain’t know
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| I fuck all dem stupid hoes
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| Everybody get cha clothes
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| Nigga it’s time to hit the door
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| And before I go out wanna send a shout out to my baby freaks
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| I’m fuckin all yall next week (at the same time) and I promise
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| We gone hook up 'bout twelve on the P.M. |
| tip
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| Roll and get fried out
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| Jammin that slipped into a coma
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| Everybody crunk now oh yeah
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| Especially since I got sounds in the trunk
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| Now bumpin
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| Everybody jumpin, blowed
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| I won’t stop and the Compton swat patrol
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| Niggas hatin the click hate when we roll in
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| Knowin damn well if it go down OH SHIT there they go again
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| Drama, niggas strictly drama
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| Fool we sippin on serve chill codeine straight blowin up the scene
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| It’s yo boy 13
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| Screw rollin stinkin green
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| Let’s ride
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| I wanna get high — with the Blanksta
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| Outro:
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| Yo, just though all these muthafuckas just tripped out
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| And get down tonic or chronic comin to a town near you
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| You know what I’m sayin, PSK the whole screwed up click
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| So get that killa and betta have ya business ya know what
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| I’m sayin, Smoke one |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song High With The Blanksta (feat. Point Blank) , by - DJ Screw. Song from the album Bigtyme Recordz '95 - '99, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп