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Mind Trip
Don't look at me strange
All at point blank range, ain't nothin changed
I leave the gun there without no prints
God damn, ain't that some shit
Oohh-wee, make you weeze
Get the weed and turn Japanese
I really think so, me and a foe went toe-to-toe
Dropped the hoe took his 64 then rolled
On them danes, blow your brains
Sometimes it's hard but you gotta maintain
With the dank, so hard to thank
I don't got a job but I still got bank
Hit the spot
Drop off at the chop shop and it don't stop
Get a new paint job then mobb
Word never got back on who did the job
And I wonder why I do this
'Cuz it ain't no movie, ain't no groopies
Ain't no Puff Daddy in a hoopty
Just skanless bitches, quick to take riches
Without no hitches, everytime you pull down your britches
Not me 'cuz I'm an O.G.
Be single till I'm 43 then get married
To a down ass bitch, ain't no peepin' out her eye
Only me till I die
'Cuz I keep her in her place
I'm givin' up love to the 9-ace-seis
9-1-6 for those who don't know
See the po-po but we don't drive slow
Help me please
I'm trippin', Mind Trippin', trippin' (x3)
Help me please
I'm trippin', Mind Trip
Listen to me battle
I'm makin up words like we playin Scrabble
Gang-bangin', I dabble
When it comes to my money I got about a handful
Of fives, tens, twenties
What about hundreds, naw, don't be funny
'Cuz I don't walk with a grip
Somebody might trip, Get jacked and shit
But I still gotta get paid
So I hustle them streets like all day a' day
And the girls act sweet
'Cuz I'm spittin' that heat about ten degrees
Hotter than what you got
To the ticky-ticky-tock, no it just don't stop
And you heard that from Lil' T
That wedo O.G. that's spittin that heat
Now holla what you feel
Only if it's real, now if it's really real
Help me please
I'm trippin', Mind Trippin', trippin' (x3)
Help me please
I'm trippin', Mind Trip
Stuck in the game
Goin' insane, try to maintain, hit'em with the blue flame
The hottest heat in the spectrum
'Cuz you know when I get 'em, gotta get 'em come check 'em
'Cuz I wreck 'em
Put this fuckin' twelve guage in his motha fuckin' rectum
Release the hammer
Takin' all witnesses to aviod the slammer
Take a sip of Alhambra
To clear my throat, dirty clothes in the hampa
Call up the boys and set the house party
Hit the store for the Schlitz and Bacardi
Fast foward take a step further
Cops hit the spot, started crying murder
Ain't that some shit
'Cuz my story's legit and the glove don't fit
Like O.J.'s shit, hit 'em with the gasoline
And the guillotine without bein' seen
And I'm out of green
Hit the shwag weed with the stems and leaves
And I can't even breath
Doctor gimme some Morphine, 'cuz Codine's boring
Help me please!
But I got a little history
So the docs be missin' me
Stop dissin' me
'Cuz if it was up to me, your ass would be history
Askin' me if I really get down
Just like my folks from south Sactown
Horse head in your bed is a fuckin' cinch
With 2, JD, and the Brotha Lynch
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