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My Mind Playin' Tricks On Me Lyrics

from Hidden Stash II: The Kream Of The Krop

"My Mind Playin' Tricks On Me" is track #14 on the album Hidden Stash II: The Kream Of The Krop. It was written by Johnson, Joseph/jordan, Brad/hayes, Isaac /.
"My Mind Playin' Tricks On Me" is track #14 on the album Hidden Stash II: The Kream Of The Krop. It was written by Johnson, Joseph/jordan, Brad/hayes, Isaac /.

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Hey, hit this motherfucker
God, hit that shit, hit that bitch
It's 4:20, y'all, 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 ain't living right
But I ain't 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 won't see the motherfuckers

[Incomprehensible] 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 twenty seconds I be smoking another bowl
Investigating joints for traps, checkin' my herbs for a branch
I'm staring at my girl on the corner
It's fucked up when my mind's playing tricks on her
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 h'emp pure and flower?

Reach under my seat
Grabbed [Incomprehensible]
Ain't no use to me to lie
They would scare us than a motherfucker

Transplant complete and I told them all sixty-five 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
My mind is playing tricks on me

Day by day, it's 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 birth about three and a half [Incomprehensible]
215 fuckin' me down in OC

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 two fat big brown, big ass titties
And they're the types I be suckin' on
D-Loc, come and pack up my zong
My motherfucking sacks' getting lonely
My mind's playing tricks on me

I'm feeling high, my sacks getting lonely
Goddamn, homie, my mind's playing tricks on me
I'm feeling high, my sacks getting lonely
Goddamn, homie, my mind's playing tricks on me

This year 420 fell on a weekend
Kottonmouth Kings is trick or treating
Robbin' little kids for sacks
[Incomprehensible] 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' G's on 'em
The more I smoke ,the more high I grew
Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared too

Then I felt just like a 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
My mind's playing tricks on me
My mind's playing tricks on me

I'm feeling high, my sacks getting lonely
Goddamn, homie, my mind's playing tricks on me
I'm feeling high, my sacks getting lonely
Goddamn, homie, my mind's playing tricks on me

Songwriters
JOHNSON, JOSEPH/JORDAN, BRAD/HAYES, ISAAC /

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