What's up man?
[Lynch] What's that?
It's 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. What's up...
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
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 that's 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'
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 won't 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 nothin'
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 - I'm dippin' through your stash
Where's 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 - that's 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
That's the only reason what you niggaz think - I got problems
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 won't 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 nothin'
(Shhhhh)
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
It's 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
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 won't 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 nothin'
Shhhh
My Mind Aint Right Lyrics performed by Brotha Lynch Hung are property and copyright of the authors, artists and labels. You should note that My Mind Aint Right Lyrics performed by Brotha Lynch Hung is only provided for educational purposes only and if you like the song you should buy the CD