Whats up man?
(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
