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’
shhhh
