Born Dedrick D'Mon Rolison in 1971, Mack 10 perpetually represented Inglewood, California throughout his career, the Los Angeles neighborhood he called home. His professional rap career began in 1995 when he signed with Priority, the premier label for West Coast rap at the time, and released his self-titled album. The West Coast gangsta movement was peaking around this time, and Mack 10 capitalized on the trend with "Foe Life," a song he wrote with Ice Cube, one of the West Coast's reigning talents. The partnership struck gold, and the song became a coastal anthem, opening the door for a successive single, "On Them Thangs." Mack 10 then partnered with Ice Cube again a year later to form the West Coast supergroup Westside Connection along with another Los Angeles rapper, WC. The three had united for a standout song on Mack 10's debut album, "Westside Slaughterhouse," and hoped to reprise their camaraderie for the Westside Connection album. They certainly did so, recording the boastful lead single "Bow Down," which taunted the East Coast, along with several other songs discussing the East-West tension that dominated rap at the time.
Mack 10 followed the number two-charting Westside Connection album with his second album, Based on a True Story, and its lead single, "Backyard Boogie," in 1997. The album became his most successful, peaking at number 14 on the Billboard album chart, and confirmed his quick ascendance to fame. Moreover, the album is generally considered to be Mack 10's career highlight: it features a modest number of guests (Snoop Dogg, E-40, Ice Cube), top-notch G-funk-era producers (Ant Banks, Soopafly), and little of the filler that would begin to populate his successive releases. Mack 10 returned a year later with another Top 20 album, Recipe, which is notable for its abundance of guests. In fact, only one song featured Mack 10 alone; every other song featured at least one guest, if not more; everyone from Master P and Mystikal to Jermaine Dupri and Ol' Dirty Bastard. Following the extravagencies of Recipe in 1997, Mack 10's career began to slowly spiral downward, much like the West Coast gangsta rap scene he rode to fame. His only release in 1998 was Hoo Bangin': Mix Tape, more of a showcase for the many up-and-coming rappers on his Hoo Bangin' label than for himself, and listeners weren't very interested. When Mack 10 finally did return with another full-length of his own, The Paper Route, in 2000, three years after Recipe, listeners similarly weren't very interested.
The relative disappointment of The Paper Route brought Mack 10's souring relationship with Priority Records to an end, and along came Cash Money Records, who happily signed the rapper to a contract. The partnership seemed somewhat unlikely. Cash Money was a leading Dirty South label with a small roster of in-house rappers such as Juvenile and Lil Wayne; however, the label was looking to expand its roster as well as its reach, and Mack 10 offered it a great opportunity to unite the West Coast and Dirty South. The resulting album, Bang or Ball (2001), neither topped the charts nor garnered substantial attention despite boasting "Hate in Yo Eyes," a Dr. Dre production that interpolated the Bee Gees' "Stayin' Alive." The album nonetheless signaled a new direction for Mack 10, who sounded surprisingly comfortable working with one of the Dirty South's premier producers, Manny Fresh. Less than a year later in summer 2002 came Mack 10 Presents da Hood, a Hoo Bangin' release prominently featuring numerous up-and-coming West Coast rappers: K-Mac, Deviossi, Skoop, Cousteau, and Techniec. More importantly, though, the album featured "L.A. for Ya," an anthemic song that was customized for the West Coast's leading radio stations as well as for Lakers and Clippers home games. The customized versions worked, and the song garnered quite a bit of airplay on the West Coast, making it one of Mack 10's biggest hits in years. Ghetto, Gutter and Gangster appeared in 2003 followed by Hustla's Handbook two years later
Take A Hit
Mack 10 Lyrics
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Relax facin' facin' mind bogglin' hallucinations
Easy does it til the skull get your lungs full
Take a deep ??? sit back 'cause Mack
got that bu yow shit that get'cha higher than wick whack
Is hard as stone alone it's always on
Never home grown totin 'cause the streets made me potent
Down since '84 now live for '95
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
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 quams
with that nigga Mack 10 full of ghetto ass bombs
Take a hit
[Chorus]
Can you feel it nigga? Nothin' can save ya
Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit
Get'cha high like a rocket, loot in my pocket
Mean like the green, bomb like the chocolate
Thai, I Mack 1-0, gunho
Dirty ass Lynch Mob crew, new voodoo
Cast a killer, cap peeler, hang with gorillas
Tragic when you catch it, runnin from my magic
TAADOW! New Jackin' got it crackin' like Nino's
Stackin' like casinos, bomb like the primos
Make your crack dough black, attack like karate
Always beamed up like Scotty, I control your body
leave ya numb, redrum, slug like a Dodger
Nothin' bomber than this Westside ghetto ganga
Hundred proof pure dopeness and it seems
heavy as a Chevy, too much for a triple beam
Fiend for the microphone, one pop ya drop
And it don't stop, I can't stop
Mack 10 and it won't stop
So take a hit (I'm gonna get you high today)
Shit! (I'm gonna get you high today)
Shit!
[Chorus]
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 fulla soldiers
Claimin' be 's, claimin' see's, everybody Gs
Went from laces to Deez, from mo' see's to ki's
What you need guaranteed to whip and leave ya trippin'
like your sane, I sippin', funky germ dippin'
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
Wipe your whole crew out, niggas get blew out
Hides behind a stockin' while the bomb's tick-tockin'
Keep rockin' and it don't quit, it's Mack 10 the shit
So press your luck but'cha know you can't fuck wit it
Take a hit
[Chorus: x2]
The lyrics to Mack 10's song Take A Hit describe the experience of smoking weed and the feeling of being high. Mack 10 begins by stating that he's going to get the listener high and they should relax and prepare for some mind-boggling hallucinations. He then talks about the quality of the weed he has and how it's going to get them higher than anything else. The rest of the song is essentially a celebration of getting high, with Mack 10 describing how it feels to be high as a rocket and how he controls listeners' bodies with just his music. He also talks about his criminal activities, such as dope-slinging and running through the streets of Inglewood, Cali.
Overall, the song is an ode to the use of weed and its euphoric effects. Mack 10's lyrics are vivid descriptions of the sensation of being high, and the song as a whole is a good representation of the culture around smoking weed.
Line by Line Meaning
(I'm gonna get you high today)
Mack 10 is going to get the listener high today.
Relax facin' facin' mind bogglin' hallucinations
Take it easy and get ready to experience some intense hallucinations.
Easy does it til the skull get your lungs full
Take it easy and smoke a little bit at a time until you can't take any more.
Take a deep ??? sit back 'cause Mack
Take a deep breath and sit back because Mack 10 has some really strong marijuana.
got that bu yow shit that get'cha higher than wick whack
Mack 10 has some really strong marijuana that will get you really high.
Is hard as stone alone it's always on
The marijuana Mack 10 has is really strong and always available.
Never home grown totin 'cause the streets made me potent
Mack 10 doesn't grow his own marijuana because the marijuana he gets from the streets is really strong.
Down since '84 now live for '95
Mack 10 has been smoking marijuana since 1984 and still loves it in 1995.
Got it swingin' while some niggas bangin' I'm dope slangin'
While some people sell drugs in dangerous situations, Mack 10 sells marijuana in a profitable way.
for my everyday expenses, know the consequences
Selling marijuana is how Mack 10 makes money and he knows there may be consequences for doing so.
The bigger the sack, the bigger the sentence
The more marijuana someone sells, the harsher the punishment if they get caught.
No time for repentance, put it down
There is no time for regret, Mack 10 has to keep moving forward with his marijuana business.
count the stripes that I tally
Mack 10 keeps track of how much money he makes from selling marijuana.
Runnin' backstreets and alleys through Inglewood, Cali
Mack 10 has to be careful when selling marijuana so he runs through backstreets and alleys in Inglewood, California.
So back the fuck up, don't act the fuck up
People need to stay away and not cause trouble when Mack 10 is selling marijuana.
Never slip from the hit
Mack 10 never misses out on opportunities to sell marijuana.
Triple-six in the clip when I trip
Mack 10 carries a gun when he is selling marijuana to protect himself.
So busters beware, never dare to have quams
People who want to cause trouble with Mack 10 need to beware and not try to mess with him.
with that nigga Mack 10 full of ghetto ass bombs
Mack 10 is full of power and influence in the ghetto.
Can you feel it nigga? Nothin' can save ya
Mack 10's marijuana is so strong that once you feel it, there's no going back.
Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit
Roll your own cigarettes and smoke Mack 10's marijuana.
Get'cha high like a rocket, loot in my pocket
Mack 10's marijuana gets you really high and he has a lot of money from selling it.
Mean like the green, bomb like the chocolate
Mack 10's marijuana is strong and high-quality.
Thai, I Mack 1-0, gunho
Mack 10 is confident in his ability to sell marijuana.
Dirty ass Lynch Mob crew, new voodoo
Mack 10's crew is rough and into dark magic.
Cast a killer, cap peeler, hang with gorillas
Mack 10 has connections with dangerous people and uses violence to get what he wants.
Tragic when you catch it, runnin from my magic
It's bad news if you make Mack 10 angry because he has dangerous connections.
TAADOW! New Jackin' got it crackin' like Nino's
Mack 10 is causing chaos like the character Nino in the movie New Jack City.
Stackin' like casinos, bomb like the primos
Mack 10 is making a lot of money selling marijuana like casinos make money and his product is high quality like the brand Primo.
Make your crack dough black, attack like karate
Mack 10's marijuana is so strong it will ruin your life as much as crack, and he is aggressive like a martial artist.
Always beamed up like Scotty, I control your body
Mack 10 is always high and in control of his life and business.
leave ya numb, redrum, slug like a Dodger
Mack 10's marijuana will make you numb and he will kill you if he needs to, like a bullet from the Los Angeles Dodgers baseball team.
Nothin' bomber than this Westside ghetto ganga
Mack 10 is the most powerful drug dealer in the Westside ghetto.
Hundred proof pure dopeness and it seems
Mack 10's marijuana is really strong and high-quality.
heavy as a Chevy, too much for a triple beam
Mack 10's marijuana is so heavy and strong that it is too much for a scale to accurately measure.
Fiend for the microphone, one pop ya drop
Mack 10 loves rapping and is confident that his music is so good it will knock listeners out.
And it don't stop, I can't stop
Mack 10 will keep making music and selling marijuana until he dies.
Got that one-hitter quitter shit so take a whiff
Mack 10's marijuana is so strong that one hit will knock you out.
Need a torch to light my spliff, work the late night shift
Mack 10 needs a really strong lighter to smoke his marijuana and is up late selling it.
Get my drift? Had it sewed up ever since I showed up
Do you understand what I'm saying? Mack 10 has been successful selling marijuana ever since he started.
Cookin' up boulders, got a crew fulla soldiers
Mack 10 is making a lot of money selling marijuana and his crew is full of tough guys.
Claimin' be's, claimin' see's, everybody Gs
Everyone Mack 10 knows is claiming to be a gangster.
Went from laces to Deez, from mo' see's to ki's
Mack 10 used to sell drugs on a small scale but now sells much larger quantities.
What you need guaranteed to whip and leave ya trippin'
Mack 10 has the drugs you need and they will get you really high.
like your sane, I sippin', funky germ dippin'
Mack 10 is drinking and using drugs himself, even if they are dirty and could make him sick.
Make you tweak, lose sleep, I creep like a phantom
Mack 10's drugs will make you paranoid and keep you up at night and he moves quietly and quickly like a ghost.
Ran em then I win em, all up in em like venom
Mack 10 has defeated his enemies and is now in control of the drug market like a poisonous snake.
Got the lotions, slow motion, hit the magic potion
Mack 10 has a variety of drugs and moves at his own pace, using his own secret recipe for success.
Don't panic, satanic, devotions, convulsions
Mack 10's drugs may make you feel like you are possessed by the devil and cause you to convulse.
Wipe your whole crew out, niggas get blew out
Mack 10 is so powerful that he can destroy entire groups of people who try to go up against him.
Hides behind a stockin' while the bomb's tick-tockin'
Mack 10 is making deals while wearing a mask to hide his identity and the timer is ticking down to his next big score.
Keep rockin' and it don't quit, it's Mack 10 the shit
Mack 10 will keep making music and selling drugs no matter what and he knows he's the best.
So press your luck but'cha know you can't fuck wit it
People can try to mess with Mack 10, but they will never be successful.
Shit!
Mack 10 is excited about his music and his drugs.
[Chorus]
The chorus repeats multiple times throughout the song and is an invitation to smoke Mack 10's strong marijuana.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JACKSON, ROLISON
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Unknown User
Relax facin' facin' mind bogglin' hallucinations
Easy does it til the skull get your lungs full
Take a deep ??? sit back 'cause Mack
got that bu yow shit that get'cha higher than wick whack
Is hard as stone alone it's always on
Never home grown totin 'cause the streets made me potent
Down since '84 now live for '95
Got it swingin' while some niggas bangin' I'm dope slangin'
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
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 quams
with that nigga Mack 10 full of ghetto ass bombs
Take a hit
Can you feel it nigga? Nothin' can save ya
Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit
Get'cha high like a rocket, loot in my pocket
Mean like the green, bomb like the chocolate
Thai, I Mack 1-0, gunho
Dirty ass Lynch Mob crew, new voodoo
Cast a killer, cap peeler, hang with gorillas
Tragic when you catch it, runnin from my magic
TAADOW! New Jackin' got it crackin' like Nino's
Stackin' like casinos, bomb like the primos
Make your crack dough black, attack like karate
Always beamed up like Scotty, I control your body
leave ya numb, redrum, slug like a Dodger
Nothin' bomber than this Westside ghetto ganga
Hundred proof pure dopeness and it seems
heavy as a Chevy, too much for a triple beam
Fiend for the microphone, one pop ya drop
And it don't stop, I can't stop
Mack 10 and it won't stop
So take a hit (I'm gonna get you high today)
Shit! (I'm gonna get you high today)
Shit!
Can you feel it nigga? Nothin' can save ya
Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit
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 fulla soldiers
Claimin' be 's, claimin' see's, everybody Gs
Went from laces to Deez, from mo' see's to ki's
What you need guaranteed to whip and leave ya trippin'
like your sane, I sippin', funky germ dippin'
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
Wipe your whole crew out, niggas get blew out
Hides behind a stockin' while the bomb's tick-tockin'
Keep rockin' and it don't quit, it's Mack 10 the shit
So press your luck but'cha know you can't fuck wit it
Take a hit
Can you feel it nigga? Nothin' can save ya
Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit
Can you feel it nigga? Nothin' can save ya
Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit
Puro Raiders
RUNNIN' BACKSTREETS AND ALLEYS THROUGH INGLE-WOOD,CALI
RUNNIN' BACKSTREETS AND ALLEYS THROUGH INGLE-WOOD,CALI
Relax facin' facin' mind bogglin' hallucinations
Easy does it til the skull get your lungs full
Take a deep ??? sit back 'cause Mack
got that bu yow shit that get'cha higher than wick whack
Is hard as stone alone it's always on
Never home grown totin 'cause the streets made me potent
Down since '84 now live for '95
Got it swingin' while some niggas bangin' I'm dope slangin'
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
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 quams
with that nigga Mack 10 full of ghetto ass bombs
Take a hit
Can you feel it nigga? Nothin' can save ya
Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit
Get'cha high like a rocket, loot in my pocket
Mean like the green, bomb like the chocolate
Thai, I Mack 1-0, gunho
Dirty ass Lynch Mob crew, new voodoo
Cast a killer, cap peeler, hang with gorillas
Tragic when you catch it, runnin from my magic
TAADOW! New Jackin' got it crackin' like Nino's
Stackin' like casinos, bomb like the primos
Make your crack dough black, attack like karate
Always beamed up like Scotty, I control your body
leave ya numb, redrum, slug like a Dodger
Nothin' bomber than this Westside ghetto ganga
Hundred proof pure dopeness and it seems
heavy as a Chevy, too much for a triple beam
Fiend for the microphone, one pop ya drop
And it don't stop, I can't stop
Mack 10 and it won't stop
So take a hit (I'm gonna get you high today)
Shit! (I'm gonna get you high today)
Shit!
Can you feel it nigga? Nothin' can save ya
Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit
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 fulla soldiers
Claimin' be 's, claimin' see's, everybody Gs
Went from laces to Deez, from mo' see's to ki's
What you need guaranteed to whip and leave ya trippin'
like your sane, I sippin', funky germ dippin'
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
Wipe your whole crew out, niggas get blew out
Hides behind a stockin' while the bomb's tick-tockin'
Keep rockin' and it don't quit, it's Mack 10 the shit
So press your luck but'cha know you can't fuck wit it
Take a hit
Can you feel it nigga? Nothin' can save ya
Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit
Can you feel it nigga? Nothin' can save ya
Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit
Mr500RWHP
[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 cos Mack
Got that bu-yow shit that get'cha higher than wick-wack
It's hard as stone alone, it's always on
Never home-grown totin cos the streets made me potent
Down since '84 now live for '95
Got it swingin while some niggas bangin, I'm dope slangin
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
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 nigga Mack 10 full of ghetto ass bombs
Take a hit
Chorus:
Can you feel it nigga? Nothin can save ya
Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit
repeat
Get'cha high like a rocket, loot in my pocket
Mean like the green, bomb like the chocolate
Thai, I Mack 1-0, gun-ho
Dirty ass Lynch Mob crew, new voodoo
Cast a killer, cap peeler, hang with gorillas
Tragic when you catch it, runnin from my magic
TAADOW! New Jackin got it crackin like Nino's
Stackin like casinos, bomb like the primos
Make your crack dough black, attack like karate
Always beamed up like Scotty, I control your body
Leave ya numb, red rum, slug like a Dodger
Nothin bomber than this Westside ghetto ganja
Hundred proof pure dopeness and it seems
Heavy as a Chevy, too much for 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
So take a hit (I'm gonna get you high today)
Shiit! (I'm gonn get you high today)
Shiit!
Chorus
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
Claimin B's, claimin C's, everybody Gs
Went from laces to Deez, from mo' C's to ki's
What you need guaranteed to whip and leave ya trippin
Like your sane, I sippin, funky germ dippin
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
Wipe your whole crew out, niggas get blew out
Hides behind a stockin while the bomb's tick-tockin
Keep rockin and it don't quit, it's Mack 10 the shit
So press your luck but'cha know you can't fuck wit it
Take a hit
Chorus x2
Secureteam 11
I can feel this beat in my neck my neck and my back!
Israel Rosenblum
Bahahaha ezal
shishaboy99
Pain Relief instead i felt that 🤤🫠☺️☺️☺️
YaBoyOJ
But we can settle it in court for $25
Mike schlicher
Most under appreciated smoking song in the history of the game. Also 1 of the must underrated beats also. "You ain't got sh*t to do!"
Unknown User
Relax facin' facin' mind bogglin' hallucinations
Easy does it til the skull get your lungs full
Take a deep ??? sit back 'cause Mack
got that bu yow shit that get'cha higher than wick whack
Is hard as stone alone it's always on
Never home grown totin 'cause the streets made me potent
Down since '84 now live for '95
Got it swingin' while some niggas bangin' I'm dope slangin'
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
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 quams
with that nigga Mack 10 full of ghetto ass bombs
Take a hit
Can you feel it nigga? Nothin' can save ya
Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit
Get'cha high like a rocket, loot in my pocket
Mean like the green, bomb like the chocolate
Thai, I Mack 1-0, gunho
Dirty ass Lynch Mob crew, new voodoo
Cast a killer, cap peeler, hang with gorillas
Tragic when you catch it, runnin from my magic
TAADOW! New Jackin' got it crackin' like Nino's
Stackin' like casinos, bomb like the primos
Make your crack dough black, attack like karate
Always beamed up like Scotty, I control your body
leave ya numb, redrum, slug like a Dodger
Nothin' bomber than this Westside ghetto ganga
Hundred proof pure dopeness and it seems
heavy as a Chevy, too much for a triple beam
Fiend for the microphone, one pop ya drop
And it don't stop, I can't stop
Mack 10 and it won't stop
So take a hit (I'm gonna get you high today)
Shit! (I'm gonna get you high today)
Shit!
Can you feel it nigga? Nothin' can save ya
Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit
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 fulla soldiers
Claimin' be 's, claimin' see's, everybody Gs
Went from laces to Deez, from mo' see's to ki's
What you need guaranteed to whip and leave ya trippin'
like your sane, I sippin', funky germ dippin'
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
Wipe your whole crew out, niggas get blew out
Hides behind a stockin' while the bomb's tick-tockin'
Keep rockin' and it don't quit, it's Mack 10 the shit
So press your luck but'cha know you can't fuck wit it
Take a hit
Can you feel it nigga? Nothin' can save ya
Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit
Can you feel it nigga? Nothin' can save ya
Roll ya papers and take a heel on my shit
Blk Hrt 2099
This was my first exposure to Mack 10, and I been tapped in since then
Daniel Ronell
🐔 Hawk!!
DEVIL 81
This is one of the hardest songs, especially when your just cruising letting the system boom like a MF.
Ricko Holmes
No cap. This beat hard asf