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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


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