Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mind Games, artist - WoodieDate of issue: 31.12.2001
Song language: English
Mind Games |
| 'Blackbird' |
| Its 1993, somethings have been rough |
| You know, they just made me hard |
| I didn’t like when people tried to punk me |
| When people started carrying guns |
| Shit |
| Well anyways |
| In 94… he got shot |
| Which just started a big ol' thing |
| Then a whole bunch of stuff happened |
| 'Woodie' |
| Enemys grab your strap |
| Cause woodies back |
| With a SK choppa for your ass |
| West trunk, norteño, earn my strap to the youngins livin fast |
| Strapped and young with a lot to prove |
| Dared anyone to make a move |
| Buckin at those scraps in west bouelvard way back in 92 |
| Now its 99, been to hell and back |
| Blackbird is gone, I dwell on that |
| Nigga what could I have done to change the way shoot |
| Went down wish I can bring him back |
| This gangbangin done took its tole-al |
| Drinkin golden to keep control |
| To please my soul where the demons grow |
| Gotta be true, realse its horns |
| It won’t let go |
| So I keep on ridin |
| Slide that clip in ready to drop them bodys |
| Enemys to come get at me |
| So your ass… |
| I know when its time for me to go |
| Im gonna die in a cloud of guns |
| Wildcats dreams,… |
| When negative thoughts in the back of my mind |
| Gotta find a way to make that cavi |
| Tied of seeing the homies broke gotta plan to have our lifes livin lavey |
| Rappin about this life we lead |
| Rappin about this blunt we shared |
| But the diferent ways homies bled |
| To keep eachother one step ahead |
| When enemys aproach |
| Should I run or should I kill |
| Fuck running im gonna produce a murder with my steel |
| What if your slippin without your strap… |
| When enemys aproach |
| Should I run or should I kill |
| Fuck running im gonna produce a murder with my steel |
| Im trying to keep my thoughts in check everyday |
| I struggle to keep my mind sane |
| Pull an ak and I can’t tell |
| Heaven and hell is playing mind games |
| Through trials and tribulation |
| I developed an act for paitience |
| So im camoflauged and waitin |
| When it comes to retalation |
| Infrotration, servein, your spot, gotta plot |
| So I don’t get caught |
| My click be hot by the cops |
| What’s up, they love to empty out antioch |
| Therefore regaugin my tacticts |
| The avergae soldier couldn’t grasp it |
| But ill leave it that |
| Cause I know detective’s try decoding my raps |
| There trying to lock all of us up |
| Killed the babys and locs |
| They knew Snoop didn’t kill nobody |
| Instead sentence him to the most |
| No, got the media on there side |
| The media paves the nation wide |
| They just relable the government |
| For the public eyes |
| This world is bulit up of gangs |
| Some are big and some are small |
| FBI, CIA, norteno, crip, blood |
| Were all set trippin |
| But the ATF deciedes how many straps we get |
| The DEA agents deciedes how much coke and heriorn is smuggled in |
| And so on, it goes on |
| From the top to the bottom |
| Word to bottom |
| Livin up in these streets |
| Fuck you bitch |
| And you ask me why I shot him |
| I’d love to have a family |
| A beautiful wife that under stands me |
| Many sons and a daughter |
| But to be a fater on the brink os sanitity |
| Would it be fair |
| If one day daddy disapeared |
| Weather I lost my mind or lost my life |
| Left with mommy to care |
| Would they end up like me |
| Its deffanitly a possibilty |
| Just one of one thousand questions hittin me up |
| Inside its killing me |
| But if |
| Come stickin by my lonely guns |
| I protect my lil homie and have an army of some |
| Fuck it |
| I’ll teach him everything that I know |
| Make sure there’ll become hard |
| When blood attacks, cover there tracks |
| Loyaty above all loss |
| I gotta keep dreamin |
| To keep them demons out my head |
| So I don’t snap |
| I might pull my wig back |
| Or your wig back |
| I deal with it, in a full stare |
| When im stable |
| Better remain be able to keep those shady thoughts cradle |
| Take it in |
| Day by day |
| Yo when the sun hits the night its fatle |
| Look in the sky |
| Peek a star |
| Its blackbird tonight |
| Im choppin it up With my big homie |
| He might be gone, but he’s still in my life |
| Its impossible to seperate us |
| Were one of the same spirit |
| His flash is gone |
| But his soul is on |
| When he speaks to me |
| I hear it |
| The only difference is |
| I walk on the earth, still caught up in drama |
| But whem my number… |
| 'Blackbird' |
| Whenever you wanna talk to me |
| Ill be listening don’t worry |
| 'Woodie' |
| Hear that home boys |
| He’s still with us |
| Just not in the flesh |
| Woodie watching over all of us |
| Ill see you in a minute los |
| I love ya |
| Ill bring a 40 if I can |
| Yeah and I love all my family |
| All my homies |
| Ya know |
| I never turn my back on any of ya |
| How could I |
| Look what snoop did |
| Loyalty above all loss |