We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat Requirements for survival each day in L.A.! It don't stop, we still mash in hot pursuit from the cops Analyze why we act this way in L.A.! Yeah nigga, MC Ren up in this motherfucker (West West y'all) Yeah,

Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up My weed man got the hook up Rolling up another pound every time you look up Big ass joints, them ones that leave you shook up Looking for me, I was at the crib doing kush ups Looking for me, I was at the crib doing

Ain't nobody fucking with my dogs Ayo, this one nigga that roll up that smoke When I hit the weed spot, my pockets go broke We high, we high, we high, we high (say it again) I keep the hammer on side of me Ayy ayy step back motherfucker, watch out! La la

I fly overseas Grind for the cheese I grind for the paper I ride for my team And anywhere I go I roll up the weed She rollin' with me Because I'm a king Bitch I'm a king