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

[Mike G]
It go drastic
Measures in a tale so tragic
Follow formula 6-4 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 motherf**kin` 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` s**t
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

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