my mind ain't right
Singer:brotha lynch hung
how many - how many milligrams is that?
five hundred. better watch out for these boys
let me get some of that. i need it
hahaha. shit. what the fucks wrong with you boy. whats up. see - my mind ain't right - i got personal issues
bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
cause they won't find your body - shine your lobby
with flashlights - run in your spot time the robbery
last night ran in your spot - blinded the other three
talkin to my a-k forty seven like cover me
i'm goin' in - here i go again
back to fuckin' with that o-8 english mixed with gin
back to tuckin' shit thats cold make things rip your chin
crack your dome i'm takin' gold thangs - shake mixed with cocaine
no brain - nigga it ain't no thang to
run up on you with the rain leavin blood stains - who
wanna fuck with me - the psycho of the city
i spit poison like poison boy back in the eighties
and it ain't pretty - the sacramento frank nitty
the black version - all you heard is the mac burstin'
my mind ain't right - i got personal issues
bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
my mind ain't right - i got personal issues
bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
cause they wont find your body - shine your lobby
with flashlights - run in your spot time the robbery
six minutes to get in and out - play time
run up in your house with the toys - don't say nuthin'
see somethin' ain't right - i'mma need some prozac nigga
mentally off balance and it shows in my tracks nigga
smokin' on a pack of cigarettes and malt liquor
put your brains on a plate for dinner - like dr. lector
red spot your sweats up - only one slice and your necks cut
squirtin' out that red stuff - all over your dinette stuff
drippin' into your living room - im dippin' through your stash
wheres my cash - don't make me take it out your ass
don't make me take it out on your family - fuck your thug homies
who mug on me - i plug homies with slugs homie
thought you really knew me but you - don't even know me
all you know is i drink o-e - thats from the songs nigga
you fuckin' with the wrong nigga bout to get touched up
like car paint - o-e and weed - is how my breath stank
spittin' at your war tank - for the more bank
thats the only reason what you niggaz think - i got problems
my mind ain't right - i got personal issues
bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
my mind ain't right - i got personal issues
bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
cause they wont find your body - shine your lobby
with flashlights - run in your spot time the robbery
six minutes to get in and out - play time
run up in your house with the toys - don't say nuthin'
post your comments here - on my motherfuckin' nutsack
so fuck that nigga - i put his guts in a black sack
and in the back of the black s-u - ever since i was a test tube baby
i been sicker than reservoir dogs with the rabies
just - smother it in gravy it'll work for me - but you forgot
niggaz better pay me i don't work for free
mix the o-8 and the gin and i'm like hercules
bout to - hurt your knees with these two two-threes
make you hop like - ju ju bees right off the motherfuckin' canvas
its like liver and chitlins you niggaz can't stand this
i deliver the rip spit shit - that get ridda bitch quick shit
hit niggaz with tips and split shit in half like citrus
and i dips dips - to the honeycomb - money gone
now these niggaz mad 'cause i own shit and release my own shit
and got chrome grips and hollow tips - pointed at your face
open your mouth - straight - ointment to the face
cause my mind ain't right - i got personal issues
bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
my mind ain't right - i got personal issues
bout to drop your family off a box of some tissues
cause they wont find your body - shine your lobby
with flashlights - run in your spot time the robbery
six minutes to get in and out - play time
run up in your house with the toys - don't say nuthin'