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