The Internet - Lincoln lyrics

[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 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**in' 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 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 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'?