This is a speed ball, something you might not know about

How did a crack head get up in the white house?

I let my phone rang like I let my chains hang

I think you need to come down on the price range



This is bolo, Bruce Lee like, King Like

The POLICE not cops, but STING like

Man I'm the type to roll weed at a green light

She turned back to a pumpkin at midnight



This is a pay-scale, and yo it's mixed with the crime wave

Where we spend everything, and we don't save

Shopaholics, alcoholics call it what you want it

The jewelry is all good 'til you have to pawn it



This is bolo, Bruce Lee like, King Like

The POLICE not cops, but STING like

Man I'm the type to roll weed at a green light

She turned back to a pumpkin at midnight



Man this is Coco County

I make all these suckas get from round me

And sometimes I like to flash all my dope thangs

My eyes lit when the weed and the dope came

It's like I spent my whole life in the dope game



This is bolo, Bruce Lee like, King Like

The POLICE not cops, but STING like

Man I'm the type to roll weed at a green light

She turned back to a pumpkin at midnight



This is the seventh sign, a new car and a new crime

My Stan Smith's are all white, my new kicks

I like my milkshakes and money clip real thick

My clothes Dougie Fresh, my hair Slick Rick



This is bolo, Bruce Lee like, King Like

The POLICE not cops, but STING like

Man I'm the type to roll weed at a green light

She turned back to a pumpkin at midnight



I keep the weed lit, and don't ask me bout nothing

I ain't seen shit, my dark shades at night time is real life

I gamble like ima die that's real life

I like the car black and I like to smoke white



This is bolo, Bruce Lee like, King Like

The POLICE not cops, but STING like

Man I'm the type to roll weed at a green light

She turned back to a pumpkin at midnight



You wanna transform, well don't be mad when I Decepticon

The ganga, The mecca dah, the God Khan

I look like Mustafa when I roll bomb

And I'll stay but only 'til the weeds gone



This is bolo, Bruce Lee like, King Like

The POLICE not cops, but STING like

Man I'm the type to roll weed at a green light

She turned back to a pumpkin at midnight