Tekst piosenki
Whats up man?
(Lynch) Whats that?
Its that prozac
(Lynch) How many – how many milligrams is that?
Shit, five hundred. Better watch out for these boys
(Lynch) Let me get some of that. I NEED it
Hahaha… Shit. What the fucks wrong with you boy. Whats up..
[Hook]
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
[Verse 1]
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’
[Hook]
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 won’t 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’
[Verse 2]
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 niggas think – I got problems
[Hook]
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 won’t 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’
(shhhhh)
[Verse 3]
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
Niggas 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 niggas can’t stand this
I deliver the rip spit shit – that get ridda bitch quick shit
Hit niggas with tips and split shit in half like citrus
And I dips dips – to the honeycomb – money gone
Now these niggas 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
[Hook]
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 won’t 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’
Shhhhh
Komentarze (0)