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Kottonmouth Kings Hidden Stash 2 My Mind Playin' Tricks On Me 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 He got a 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 no 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 Before the law-man 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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