Where your roots run?
Smoke, he talkin' that shit, nigga, where you from? (Inglewood)
We can do somethin'
Bro keep talkin' that shit, you just might move somethin'
Apply that pressure (pressure), pressure, pressure, pressure
Apply that pressure, pressure, pressure, pressure

Am I wrong for puttin' us on? You would if you could
In my zone, they leave me alone, I'm good in the 'Wood
Grey Poupon, it's in the cologne, my foot on your jug'
Throwin' stones, you never atone, now look at you