My Minds Playin Tricks On Me lyrics

Hey hit this motherfucker
Hit that shit, hit that bitch
It`s 4:20..
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 aint 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 wont see the motherfuckers
?? Caddy like our 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 the rip of my indo
Every 20 seconds i be smoking another bowl
Investigating joints for traps
Checkin my herb for a branch
I`m staring at my girl on the corner
It`s fucked up when 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 taking all my grow lights
Is it that dude tryin` to steal all my crops
Or could it be the one that sold the hydroponic rocks
Or is it that one claimin` he had the power
Tryin` to grow herb but it was hemp pure and flower
Reach under my seat grabbed
?? ain`t no use to me ??
They were ? than a motherfucker
Transplant complete and i told them all 65 days and that 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 wrigglin
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`s playing tricks on me

Day by day its more impossible to cope
Daddy X smokin off 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 motherfuckin business
Cold hearted with no room for forgiveness
I got ? about 3 in each ? prop 215 fuckin me down in O.C.
The punk claimed that he knew Johnny Richter
Something about his x 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 motherfuckin 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 sacks` getting lonely
My minds playing tricks on me

I`m feeling high my sacks getting lonely
Goddamn homie, my minds playing tricks on me

This year 420 fell on a weekend
Kottonmouth Kings is trick or treating
Robbin` little kids for sacks
??? got behind our ass
Broke the fuck out and said late
Skate to my house sucker sittin 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
Pulled out the triple beam on em
Dropping them motherfuckin Gs on em
The more i smoke 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
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