artists: a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

lirik lagu my mind ain’t right – brotha lynch hung

whats up man?

[lynch] whats that?

its that prozac

[lynch] how many – how many milligrams is that?

sh-t, five hundred. better watch out for these boys

[lynch] let me get some of that. i need it

hahaha… sh-t. what the f-cks 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 ak forty seven like cover me
i’m goin’ in – here i go again
back to f-ckin’ with that o-8 english mixed with gin
back to tuckin’ sh-t thats cold make things rip your chin
crack your dome i’m takin’ gold thangs – shake mixed with cocaine
no brain – n-gg- it ain’t no thang to
run up on you with the rain leavin blood stains – who
wanna f-ck 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 n-gg-
mentally off balance and it shows in my tracks n-gg-
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 -ss
don’t make me take it out on your family – f-ck 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 oe – thats from the songs n-gg-
you f-ckin’ with the wrong n-gg- bout to get touched up
like car paint – oe and weed – is how my breath stank
spittin’ at your war tank – for the more bank
thats the only reason what you n-gg-z 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 motherf-ckin’ n-ts-ck
so f-ck that n-gg- – i put his guts in a black sack
and in the back of the black su – 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
n-gg-z 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 motherf-ckin’ canvas
its like liver and chitlins you n-gg-z can’t stand this
i deliver the rip spit sh-t – that get ridda b-tch quick sh-t
hit n-gg-z with tips and split sh-t in half like citrus
and i dips dips – to the honeycomb – money gone
now these n-gg-z mad ’cause i own sh-t and release my own sh-t
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’

shhhh

- kumpulan lirik lagu brotha lynch hung