Riding in the limousine watching rocket power Time moving slow, a million blunts a hundred hours All the windows down rolling wraps full of flowers I light the match, I light the end Smoke it like my Prowler Murals on the wall Stained glass ceilings Marble floor walking Making money for my children Statues made of me, in the living room Water fountains full of syrup Spitting neck full of jewels I'm getting high I'm laying low I'm rolling up my blunts I'm getting high I'm laying low I'm Kreepin in the Kut