My Mind Playin' Tricks On Me Songtext / Lyric

Hey hit this motherf**ker

Hit that shit, hit that bitch

It's 4: 20.

We got love.

Is this motherf**ker 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 motherf**kers

? Caddy like our own

A sack of fruit and a bong like my own

Some might say, take a chill D

But f**k 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 f**ked 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 motherf**ker

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 motherf**kin business

Cold hearted with no room for forgiveness

I got? about 3 in each? prop 215 f**kin 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 motherf**kin 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 motherf**king 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 f**k 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 motherf**kin 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 f**k 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