[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 64 as you trail my tracks
b**h, there's nothin' more pleasant than gettin' paid on point
Pretty b**hes with gold grills just to roll my joints
I make 'em plead
As the director says scene
New ones, don't say my name
I just make 'em say king
Four rings on that motherf**in' wood grain wheel
Raw, I'm Johnny Law, the tricks 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 make Black Jack
b**hes be talkin' sh**
That's how you end up smacked
I'm after chips
And if we eating then I'm after your b**h
Ain't cautious 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]