Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Mind Went Blank, artist - DJ Screw. Album song All Screwed Up, Vol. II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.07.1995
Record label: Bigtyme Recordz
Song language: English
My Mind Went Blank |
South Park |
Said I’m 'bout to lose my mind |
Every time I wake up, I give the swisha sweet a hit |
Sometimes I feel I just can’t survive without that lick |
Hustlers use my beeper for unnecessary dealings |
So when we work we die from killers work be killing |
Punk mother-fakers take the pranksta for a joke |
So how you gon' play a South Park og full of smoke, fool |
I’m a head banger, ex banger, and when you enter |
The South Park chamber, you in danger |
Beware of him who, walk behind the corn |
Cause my brain was designed in my frame before I was ever born |
And you was right, when you said I had a head with no screws |
But it was tight, when I stopped facing them hip hop blues (boom) |
How you gon' say I can’t play with the big boys |
And all the big boys play with all my Tonka toys |
You better flip the script and get with this |
And if that buddha don’t do ya, then go dippin' (yeah) |
Take a walk through this jungle |
And you can follow me all the way to Chi, if you want to |
But you ain’t know me 'til I got bank |
So that explains, when you approach me |
My mind went blank |
It’s hard to think, when my mind goes blank |
You just can’t think when your mind goes blank |
In this game, hangin' with my crew |
Robbing everybody, hell, I might’ve robbed you |
Taking care of mines, keepin' my homeys tight |
Sharing what was mines, cause I ain’t no jealous type |
But still I get hype, and fight back when you back stab |
I’ll grab you straight by the neck and DDT you to the slab |
Now here you go, you got me all physical |
Now I’m in court, trying to tell the judge that I’m a lyrical |
Freight train, gotta maintain game in this free world |
Life is change, niggas stay the same but I’ll make your head twirl |
You really don’t know me, your honor |
To make a story short, in the end I’m a goner |
You move you lose in the game homey and I’m searching for my come up |
Life’s a melting pot, don’t move Point Blank won’t put his gun up |
Outsiders try to read me but they don’t know me |
Point Blank, label my lifestyle «OG» |
Cook County, Chicago and Houston |
South Park the clan, I’m boostin' |
To be frank, let me hit the dank before you take me to the tank |
Allah I thank |
My mind went blank |
I’m gonna briggity, briggity break it on down |
To the noise |
So best believe I’m a clown |
On this hella fire track that hooked up |
I came in and dropped the vocals and did a cut |
Now we gon' freak it the way it’s supposed to be freaked |
So when I speak don’t be afraid to say that other track weak |
Over in the streets I hear fiends like, «Point Blank a trick» |
The same mouth it came out, the same mouth that I hit |
Oh, did I tell you? |
How I knock jaws in the dirt |
I let him player hate in my face and then I hit em' where it hurts |
Yeah you, damn fool spread my business through the hood |
And I’m here to let you know that it ain’t all good |
You came to the hospital to cheer a brotha up |
Soon as you left, went through the hood and tried to tear my name up |
But I’m finna set it straight, that other day |
What really went on, I tried to kill myself fool |
So to me wasn’t nothing wrong |
So next time you wanna be a Howard Cosell |
Go run and tell the hood how my brother |
Finished up your girl, aight then |
On the I’m laughing all the way to the bank |
This grudge is forever, forgive never |
My mind went blank |