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Point Blank
Point Blank
Stimme und Gesang
PSK-13
PSK-13
Stimme und Gesang
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Robert E. Davis
Robert E. Davis
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Reginald Gilliand
Reginald Gilliand
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
DJ Screw
DJ Screw
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Lyrics

Uh
Hell yeah
Let me hit that Blank (Uh, uh)
Here, Moe
Deep down South
Much love to my **** in Chi
Know what I'm sayin'?
That real blowing, big killer (Straight up)
Straight like that
Screwed Up Click, Wreckless Klan (Yeah, holding it down like that)
Uh, yeah (Holding it down)
All that (Uh) (Come get high with the Blankster)
Much work
Deep down South
(Come get high with the Blankster)
Uh
PSK-13 (Hell yeah)
Yeah, man, PSK called me
PSK scooped me up, now it's time to roll
Creeping through South Park on the beamer patrol
I got the hoes and the weed
Just lost my beeper at the flea
Damn, fuck it, I guess none of my hoes won't be paging me
But it's Friday and I'm tight, tryna find some more drugs
(Tryna find some more drugs)
Blank, lets paint the town red
Man, they be hating me at the club
But I'm roll with the click, cause they might get in some shit
Another night, another fight, especially fuckin' round with Disciples
But it's all good, cause I'm down for whatever and I mean it
To the ones that don't know it
Ask the ones that done seen it
You respect me, I'm respect you
That's that, ain't nothin' new
Black and reds the set I claim
I even got homies that's down with blue
So watch yourself in that zone when its time to get it on
The Blankster in the house, Creeping up on Ah Come Up like Bone (Gotter make that money, mane)
If you wanna get blowed, don't be scared to scream
Cause everybody in the parkin' lot be asking me
I wanna get high with the Blanksta, please (Uh)
Just chill and hit the sweet, young Gs
We just blowing big, killer with my ****
Oh yeah, blowing big, killer with my ****
I wanna get high
I wanna get high with the Blankster, please (Uh)
Just chill and hit the sweet, young Gs
We just blowing big, killer with my ****
(For the '96, ****, what's up)
Oh yeah, blowing big, killer with my **** (Uh, uh)
After the club, what's to haps
Stop to go and rob the japs
Bitches jammed in the car, I even had two hoes on my lap
Blowing big, takin' swigs, drinking syrup, smoking sticks
I just hope we don't go to jail for raping one of these bitches
Lights out, it's quiet now, somebody yelled "Switch"
I heard a glass hit the floor, then out screamed a bitch (Ahhh)
38 just couldn't wait
They would've locked his ass back up (Uh)
(Why you say that, Blank)
Should've seen that head
That ho was backed up gainst the bed
Head banging on the wall
I'm fried out, jam my Screw tape, sayin' to myself "I'm fuckin all ya'll"
Everybody naked, walking, dicks are erected
I don't give a fuck what y'all do
Just as long as y'all don't break shit
I wanna get high with the Blankster, please (Uh, uh)
Just chill and hit the sweet, young Gs
We just blowing big, killer with my ****
Oh yeah, blowing big, killer with my ****
I wanna get high
I wanna get high with the Blankster, please (Uh)
Just chill and hit the sweet, young Gs
We just blowing big, killer with my ****
Blowing big, killer with my **** (Check this out)
(Uh)
Just in case you ain't know, I fucked all them stupid hoes
Everybody get your clothes, ****, it's time to hit the door
Fore I go, I wanna send a shout out to my baby freaks (Hahaha)
I'm fuckin' all y'all next week (At the same time)
And I promise we gone hook up 'bout 12 on a PM tip
Roll and getting fried out, jamming that "Slipped Into A Coma"
Everybody crunk now (Finner throw the mic up again)
Oh yeah, especially since I got sounds in the trunk
(Ha, it's finner land in my fist again)
Now bumping, everybody jumping, blowed (Uh)
I won't stop, had to cop a squat 'fore the show (Uh, uh)
**** hating they click hating we roll in (Never hating shit)
Knowing damn well if it go down
Aw shit, there they go again
Drama, ****, strictly drama
Fool, we sipping on syrup, chyeah, codeine (Uh)
Straight blowing up the scene (Smoking the killer)
It's ya boy 13 (13)
Screw rolled in stinky green
Lets ride, I wanna get high with the Blankster
I wanna get high with the Blankster, please (Uh, uh)
Just chill and hit the sweet, young Gs
We just blowing big, killer with my **** (Uh)
Oh yeah, blowing big, killer with my **** (Uh)
I wanna get high
Yo, what up, doe
All you mothafuckas that's dripped out and dipped out
Tonical chronic
We comin' to the town near you, you know what I'm saying
And WK, the whole Screwed Up Click
So get that killer, better have yo bitch steady
You know what I'm saying
Smoke one
Shit
Smoke one
Man, I got a gang of weed, ****
We gone smoke till we fall out, you know what I'm saying
Hell yeah, the North Coast
G's up, hoes down, representing the South side of town (The North Coast)
Know what I'm saying
Deep down South, what you talkin' about (North Coast, come fuck with me)
It's going down, you know what I'm saying (It's going down)
Screwed Up Click, Wreckless Klan (It's going down)
**** can't fuck with ya deep down South shit
(It's going down, it's going down, it's going down)
Elbows, fucking hoes, putting it down like G's supposed
You know what I'm saying
Written by: Reginald Gilliand, Robert E. Davis
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