Andre Nickatina - Speed Ball lyrics

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 j**elry 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 s**as 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 sh**, 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