My Mind Playin' Tricks On Me Lyrics - Hidden Stash Ii: The Kream Of The Krop - Kottonmouth Kings

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 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 

[Unknown] 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 and flower 

Reach under my seat grabbed 

[Unknown] ain't no use to me [Unknown] 

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 

[Unknown] 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