Big K.R.I.T., E-40, Wiz Khalifa - Mind Control lyrics

Riding round so clean I let the
Bass beat out my speakers
Searching for a freak that's geeked
And bound to let me
Tweak Her mind, her mind, her mind, her mind
Her mind

M-I crooked, I was cooking up an old school
Sprinkled it with bad bitch
Mixed it up with soul food
Put it on a plate with the bass and tweeters
For them haters, out here starvin'
Motherfucker I could feed ya
With some game, intergalactic
Outer-space for brain
Chrome wheel in the water
Might just get me in the summer
It look good don't it? Throw wood on it
With the golden vogue
Love potion on my mind
My pimpin' is an antidote
Cooley High, signing booming sign
Knocking butters down
Crack the curb, like my ship emerged
From the underground one more time
For them folks that know I be shinin'
Whippin' wind and reclining
Pressin' diamonds while I'm

Riding round so clean I let the
Bass beat out my speakers
Searching for a freak that's geeked and
Bound to let me tweak
Her mind, her mind, her mind
Her mind, her mind, her mind

I got armorall on my tongue, I talk slick
Catch a chick without using my hands
Master manip
Sliding in my SLAB, slapping Big KRIT
Woofers in the back, tweeters in the lip
Push button secret stash spot for my yammer
Yammer mean yissle, pistol, or hammer
Blowing veggies, broccoli in the air
That's that Cali weed
I know that smell anywhere mind control
Get in the female's head like a Tylenol
Body and soul, be about your brinead
Increase your bankroll drink and cheefin'
My and my heathens bustin' power moves
In the hood, like a mechanic
Stickin' to the rules

Riding round so clean I let the
Bass beat out my speakers
Searching for a freak that's geeked and
Bound to let me tweak
Her mind, her mind, her mind
Her mind, her mind, her mind

On a mission, just me and Vincent
Your bitch might just come up
Missin' like the roof
Known to talk that player shit mama
That's just how I do
My old school look powder blue
We pulled up to the Papadeaux poundin'
Sat down, ordered the clam chowder
I had the lobster bisque
I'm what they talkin' 'bout if the topic is
Money, clothes, hoes, weed smoke
Take your panties off, you don't need those
Real niggas stay stuck to the G code
Never cheat, never off my feet
Never let these niggas see your weakness
If I eat then my niggas eat
Hit the weed then we hit the sheets
That be our little secret

Round and round we go unlock and unload
I'll remote control her mind, her mind
Round and round we go unlock and unload
I'll remote control her mind, her mind

Riding round so clean I let the
Bass beat out my speakers
Searching for a freak that's geeked and
Bound to let me tweak
Her mind, her mind, her mind
Her mind, her mind, her mind