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Correct My Mind Playin' Tricks On Me Lyrics
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Kottonmouth Kings
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Correct My Mind Playin' Tricks On Me
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Hey, hit this motherfucker Hit that shit, hit that bitch It's 4: 20 ya'll We got love... Is this motherfucker on? At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn Chronic sticks in the door Visions of bongs being burned D-loc just call me a stoner A paranoid smoker with my finger on my poker People puffin stress ain't living right But I aint going out without my pipe See every time I pull a load I start sweatin, smoke starts coming out my nose There's somebody slaggin some sacks But I don't know who it is, so I'm watching my back It's a cop and he's deep undercover When I toke I won't see the motherfuckers He owns a caddy like I own A sack of fruit and a bong like my own Some might say, take a chill D But fuck that shit, there's a pig trying to diss me I popped in a rip of my indo Every 20 seconds I be smoking another bowl Investigating the joint for traps Checking my herbs for a branch I'm staring at my girl on the corner It's fucked up when my mind's playing tricks on her My mind's playing tricks on her I got a big afro I drive old cars Ain't nobody roll like me It's like I'm a movie star But late at night something ain't right Somebody's coming in and they're taking all my grow lights Is it that dude trying to steal all my crops Or could it be the one I sold the hydroponic rocks Or is it the one claiming he had the power Tried to grow herb but it was hemp, pure male flower Reach under my seat, grabbed a? Pop gun? For these suckers Ain't no use to me lying They were scareder than a motherfucker Transplant complete, and I told them all 65 days and the shit will be done with Ounce nugs, just like I figured Cannabis cup, kings blend is the winner And what I saw make your head start giggling Three rip cripplin stoney senior citizens I live by the bud I take my clones everywhere I go, because I'm paranoid I keep looking over my shoulder, peeping around corners My mind is playing tricks on me My mind is playing tricks on me Day by day it's more impossible to cope Daddy X smoking up pounds of dope Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous Slanging buds, got a door to door service Knee deep in the motherfucking business Cold hearted with no room for forgiveness I got buds about 3 and half g's Prop 215 fucking me down in O. C. See the punk claimed that he knew Johnny Richter Something about his ex-girl, that he dicked her I got phat sounds in my ride Way too many friends that have died I got a baby girl to look after I play the role like a motherfucking actor Big daddy plant seeds in my wife Plan on being down for life Got the baddest bitch in the whole city With 2 fat big brown big ass titties And they the types I be suckin on D-loc come and pack up my zong My motherfucking sack's getting lonely My mind's playing tricks on me I'm feeling high, my sack's getting lonely Goddamn homie, my mind's playing tricks on me I'm feeling high, my sack's getting lonely Goddamn homie, my mind's playing tricks on me This year 420 fell on a weekend Kottonmouth Kings is trick or treating Robbin' little kids for sacks Till the? Sharpman? Got behind our ass Broke the fuck out and said late Skate to my house, sucker sitting down by my gate We were in for a session no doubt Reached in my pocket, you know what I pulled out? The G13, then the zong was delivered But this battle just called for something bigger A bong about six or seven feet A specialty piece I envisioned in my sleep Broke out the triple beam on 'em Dropping them motherfucking Gs on 'em The more I smoked the more high I grew Then he disappeared, and my boys disappeared too Then I felt just like fiend The shit was brown, man it wasn't even green I was high as fuck in the street And to top it all off, I broke my zong on the concrete Goddamn homie, my mind is playing tricks on me My mind's playing tricks on me My mind's playing tricks on me I'm feeling high, my sack's getting lonely Goddamn homie, my mind's playing tricks on me I'm feeling high, my sack's getting lonely Goddamn homie, my mind's playing tricks on me
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