Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Brotha Lynch HungНазвание : My Mind Ain`t RightДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : gangsta rap horrorcore rap hip-hop sacramento Видео:
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(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 | Похожие исполнители:
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