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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mack 10
Mack 10
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
O'Shea Jackson
O'Shea Jackson
Songwriter
Dedrick Rolison
Dedrick Rolison
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Producer
Keston Wright
Keston Wright
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Relax facin', facin' mind-bogglin' hallucinations
Eazy-Duz-It till the skull get your lungs full
Take a deep pull, react, sit back 'cause Mack
Got that bu-yow shit that get cha higher than wick wack
[Verse 2]
Is hard as stone alone, it's always on
Never homegrown totin 'cause the streets made me potent
Down since '84, now live for '95
Got it swingin', while some **** bangin', I'm dope slayin'
[Verse 3]
For my everyday expenses, know the consequences
The bigger the sack, the bigger the sentence
No time for repentance, put it down, count the stripes that I tally
Runnin' backstreets and alleys through Inglewood, Cali
[Verse 4]
So back the fuck up, don't act the fuck up
Never slip from the hit
Triple-six in the clip when I trip
So busters, beware, never dare to have qualms
With that **** Mack 10, full of ghetto ass bombs
Take a hit
[Verse 5]
Can you feel it, ****? Nothin' can save ya
Roll your papers (and take a heel on my shit)
Can you feel it, ****? Nothin' can save ya
Roll your papers (and take a heel on my shit)
[Verse 6]
Get cha high like a rocket, loot in my pocket
Mean like the green, bomb like the chocolate
Thai, I Mack, one-oh, gun ho
Dirty ass Lynch Mob crew, new voodoo
[Verse 7]
Cast a killer, cap peeler, hang with gorillas
Tragic when you catch it, runnin' from my magic
Tadow, new jackin' got it crackin' like Nino's
Stackin' like casinos, bomb like the primos
[Verse 8]
Make your crack dough black, attack like karate
Always beamed up like Scotty, I control yo' body
Leave ya numb, red rum, slug like a Dodger
Nothin' bomber than this Westside ghetto ganja
[Verse 9]
Hundred proof pure dopeness and it seems
Heavy as a Chevy, too much fo' a triple beam
Fiend for the microphone, one pop ya drop
And it don't stop, I can't stop
Mack 10 and I won't stop
[Verse 10]
So take a hit
(But I'm gon' get you high today, shit)
Mack 10
(But I'm gon' get you high today, shit)
[Verse 11]
Can you feel it, ****? Nothin' can save ya
Roll your papers (and take a heel on my shit)
Can you feel it, ****? Nothin' can save ya
Roll your papers (and take a heel on my shit)
[Verse 12]
Got that one-hitter quitter shit, so take a whiff
Need a torch to light my spliff, work the late night shift
Get my drift? Had it sewed up ever since I showed up
Cookin' up boulders, got a crew full of soldiers
[Verse 13]
Claimin' B's, claimin' C's, everybody Gs
Went from laces to Deez, from mo' C's to keys
What you need guaranteed to whip and leave ya trippin'
Like you're sane, I sippin', funky germ dippin'
[Verse 14]
Make you tweak, lose sleep, I creep like a phantom
Ran 'em then I win 'em, all up in 'em like venom
Got the lotions, slow motion, hit the magic potion
Don't panic, satanic, devotions, convulsions
[Verse 15]
Wipe your whole crew out, **** get blew out
Hides behind a stockin' while the bomb's tick-tockin'
Keep rockin' it and don't quit, it's Mack 10, the shit
So press your luck, but ya know you can't fuck
Take a hit
[Verse 16]
Can you feel it, ****? Nothin' can save ya
Roll your papers (and take a heel on my shit)
Can you feel it, ****? Nothin' can save ya
Roll your papers (and take a heel on my shit)
[Verse 17]
Can you feel it, ****? Nothin' can save ya
Roll your papers (and take a heel on my shit)
Can you feel it, ****? Nothin' can save ya
Roll your papers (and take a heel on my shit)
Written by: Dedrick Rolison, O'Shea Jackson
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