Cypress Hill - Lunatics In The Grass Lyrics
IntroStraight from the psycho wardOnce againVerse one: b-realPsycho from the ward, a warning, a *****ing scandalLookin around, paranoid devoid the funk bannerIn the combat, the banana leaf controlA sea, bring a pound of weed and get soldYou going crazy, cant understandWhy you never face me? dont foil the plan!Head-to-head combat, Im on that missionYou wishin to disappear? some mission is closin near!Sick-o!Strumming through the hall, yes yall!Hear the call to the d.a., *****ing d-e-aThey all wanna raid my spot and take hitsBut Im breakin that l.a. law like jimmy spritsInsane, crazy in the head its lead!Im loco, til Im dead, enough said!Actions allowing the words to barrage inFrom having all the way down, to the depths of hellYou hear me? lunatic in the grass, lostYou a psycho, like my nigga jack frost?ChorusLooney, lunatic turned sickPsycho, crazy in the head, I goCant keep my head straight from the laws I breakYou too, yall twistin up my mind state!Verse two: jackenFor those who really dont understandWhy we, going insane, just acting crazy!Buggin now from, all the things I seeAll tread bad and I meant in 3dWe be the psycho doers, turned killersOnly to survive all these street cop killersIll tell ya now, nobodys everlastingEven if you try, but you laugh it wont be subtractingIt aint no thing but madYou better give it up, you steppin to a psychopathGame over, Im intoxicated, never soberWhen one steps up, Im poisonous like a deadly cobra!The only reason why I say thisIs because yall breakin this (? ) got me trippingOne can only maintain, for so longtil all the screws in your head are loose and wornNow youre the (? ) straight psycho remain namelessOnly known from crazy acts, making you famousVerse three: b-realIm the locust pocus, tell me how you feelWhen I smoke that mother*****er coming for the kill!If the criminal element, unfoldingBut the reckoning, brings settling with the metal shitBreaking out the .45 sick, to get liveIf you arrive, dont get nervous! you wanna surfaceSick, insane in the brain, Im trippin!Im sippin on the wine, its all in the mind, flippinWe dippin now, you make me wanna shoutTalk about, my mental stateThink I need to rehabilitateWipe the slate, look inside your fate, cant waitBut dont you mother*****ers cant come in the gate!Get your ass on, you pass on, we blast onThe gats armed, shitted on the last one, cmon!Psycho assassins smashing your membraneLunatics in the grass, feeding it to your vein!Chorus x2
