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 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