| 歌曲 | My Mind Playin' Tricks on Me |
| 歌手 | Kottonmouth Kings |
| 专辑 | Hidden Stash II: The Kream of the Krop |
| 作词 : Brad, Doug, Willie | |
| 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, | |
| DBut 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 figuredCannabis 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 goBecause | |
| 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 | |
| OCThe 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 grewThen 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 |
| zuò cí : Brad, Doug, Willie | |
| 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 | |
| DLoc, 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, | |
| DBut 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 sixtyfive days | |
| And that shit will be done with, ounce nugs just like | |
| I figuredCannabis 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 goBecause | |
| 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 | |
| DaddyX 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 | |
| OCThe 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 | |
| DLoc, 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 grewThen 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 |