Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song High With Tha Blanksta, artist - Point Blank. Album song N-Tha-Do’, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 05.09.2019
Record label: Bigtyme Recordz
Song language: English
High With Tha Blanksta |
| 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 |