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I was rollin through the ghetto
In my Lincoln Continental
Blowin Kush smoke out the window
What you think my windows tint for?

It go drastic
Measures in a tale so tragic
Follow formula 64 as you trail my tracks
Bitch, there s nothin more pleasant
than gettin paid on point
Pretty bitches with gold grills just to hold my joints
I make em plead
As the director says scene
New words, don t say my name
I just make em say king
Four rings on that motherfuckin wood grain wheel
Raw, I m Johnny Law, but you should check my appeal
Once upon a time not too far back
There was a young wolf pack
That grew up in a lack
Syd left King
And Ace played Black Jack
Bitches be talkin shit
That s how you end up smacked
I m after chips
And if we eating then I m after your bitch
Ain t no cost, just pimpin player
You should be after the risk
We winnin like there ain t no other way to play the game
All I hang around is zeros
Figure my checks should look the same

I was rollin through the ghetto
In my Lincoln Continental
Blowin Kush smoke out the window
What you think my windows tint fo ?