Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song High With The Blanksta (feat. Point Blank), artist - DJ Screw. Album song Bigtyme Recordz '95 - '99, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.01.2010
Record label: Bigtyme - SoSouth
Song language: English
High With The Blanksta (feat. Point Blank) |
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 |