My Mind Playin' Tricks on Me

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