Speed Ball

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