Текст (слова) песни: Brotha Lynch Hung - My Mind Ain`t Right

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..

[Chorus]
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`

[Chorus]
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`

[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 niggaz think - I got problems

[Chorus]
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`

(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
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

[Chorus]
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`

shhhhh

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[Chorus] 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` [Chorus] 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` [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 niggaz think - I got problems [Chorus] 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` (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 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 [Chorus] 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` shhhhh Нравится песня? 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