Lunatics in the grass Lyrics
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Lunatics in the grass Lyricsby Cypress Hill Buy album CD: Other Songs CAN - S F/ Psycho Realm Intro Straight from the Psycho Ward Once again Verse One: B-Real Psycho from the ward, a warning, a fucking scandal Lookin' around, paranoid devoid the funk banner In the combat, the banana leaf control A sea, bring a pound of weed and get sold You going crazy, can't understand Why you never face me? Don't foil the plan! Head-to-head combat, I'm on that mission You wishin' to disappear? Some mission is closin' near! Sick-o! Strumming through the hall, yes y'all! Hear the call to the D.A., fucking D-E-A They all wanna raid my spot and take hits But I'm breakin' that L.A. Law like Jimmy Sprits Insane, crazy in the head it's lead! I'm loco, 'til I'm dead, enough said! Actions allowing the words to barrage in From having all the way down, to the depths of Hell You hear me? Lunatic in the grass, lost You a psycho, like my nigga Jack Frost? Chorus Looney, lunatic turned sick Psycho, crazy in the head, I go Can't keep my head straight from the laws I break You too, y'all twistin' up my mind state! Verse Two: Jacken For those who really don't understand Why we, going insane, just acting crazy! Buggin' now from, all the things I see All tread bad and I meant in 3D We be the psycho doers, turned killers Only to survive all these street cop killers I'll tell ya now, nobody's everlasting Even if you try, but you laugh it won't be subtracting It ain't no thing but mad You better give it up, you steppin' to a psychopath Game over, I'm intoxicated, never sober When one steps up, I'm poisonous like a deadly cobra! The only reason why I say this Is because y'all breakin' this (?) got me tripping One can only maintain, for so long 'Til all the screws in your head are loose and worn Now you're the (?) straight psycho remain nameless Only known from crazy acts, making you famous Verse Three: B-Real I'm the locust pocus, tell me how you feel When I smoke that motherfucker coming for the kill! If the criminal element, unfolding But the reckoning, brings settling with the metal shit Breaking out the .45 sick, to get live If you arrive, don't get nervous! You wanna surface Sick, insane in the brain, I'm trippin'! I'm sippin' on the wine, it's all in the mind, flippin' We dippin' now, you make me wanna shout Talk about, my mental state Think I need to rehabilitate Wipe the slate, look inside your fate, can't wait But don't you motherfuckers can't come in the gate! Get your ass on, you pass on, we blast on The gats armed, shitted on the last one, c'mon! Psycho assassins smashing your membrane Lunatics in the grass, feeding it to your vein! Chorus X2
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