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[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*tch, there's nothin' more pleasant than gettin' paid on point
Pretty b*tches 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*ckin' 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*tches be talkin' sh*t
That's how you end up smacked
I'm after chips
And if we eating then I'm after your b*tch
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'?