My Mind Playin\' Tricks on Me (Explicit)

Kottonmouth Kings/Brad Xavier/Timothy McNutt/Dustin Miller
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Hey hit this motherf**ker
Hit that s**t hit that b***h
It's 420
It's 420
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 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 slangin' 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 motherf**kers
He got a Caddy like our own
A sack of fruit and a bong like my own
Some might say take a chill D chill D
But f**k that s**t 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 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
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
Rapper be carcle ain't no use ror me lyin
They were scareder than a motherf**ker
Transplant complete and I told them all
65 days and that s**t 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 wringlin
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 it's more impossible to cope
Cope
Daddy X movin up pounds of d**e
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 both about 3 in half each pop
2 15's f**k wit 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 ride
Way too many friends that have died 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 b***h in the whole city
With 2 fat big round big a*s titties
And they the types I be suckin on suckin on
D-loc come and back up my zong
My motherf**king sacks' getting lonely
My minds playing tricks on me
I'm feeling high my sacks getting lonely
Godd**n homie my minds playing tricks on me
I'm feeling high my sacks getting lonely
Godd**n 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
But the swagman got behind our a*s
Broke the f**k out and said let's
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 s**t 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
Godd**n homie my mind is playing tricks on me
My mind is playing tricks on me
My mind is playing tricks on me
I'm feeling high my sacks getting lonely
Godd**n homie my minds playing tricks on me
I'm feeling high my sacks getting lonely
Godd**n homie my minds playing tricks on me