High With The Blanksta - Point Blank

Verse One: 

PSK scooped me up now it's time to roll 
Creepin through South Park on a beama patrol 
I got the hoes in the wind just lost my beeper at the flick 
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 
(Wreckless pay for tongue 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 this site 
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 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 creepin 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 parklot be askin me 

Chorus: 

I wanna get high wit the blanksta pleeease 
Just chillin hit the sweet young gs 
We just blowin big killa wit my niggas (oh yeah) 
Blowin big killa wit my niggas[x2] 

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 serve 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 BIATC