9'6 (feat. EMC Senatra)

All I ever do is smoke weed, lost in the clouds

With a bunch of pretty bitches on the hood that I met last week

I bumped that shit from the '90s all day, on the hood

Motherfucker, that's me, what the fuck they know about

1996, west coast, who the fuck wants beef?

If the song, then the song, rest in peace, Eazy-E

Surrounded by the killers up in nine six

Nice wrist, nice wit with a fly bitch

I'm rollin' four deep in the Camaro and I keep it fully loaded

When I ride through the ghetto, don't ever try to get

Cars slippin' by the goons, if your homies don't like, fuck it

They can get it too, Old English letters on the wall

Tyrin' to bang tough, we was way too small

But I'm glad I made it through, boy, I put that on my moms

Couldn't think straight, we was runnin' from the law (Yeah)

Back in high school, we were ripe for the cause

At a house party with a tank full of NOS (Yeah, yeah)

Party till the helicopter came through

Don't ever let the money or the fame change you

I took a few hoes from my enemies, shout out to Jessica

Veronica and Destiny

All I ever do is smoke weed, lost in the clouds

With a bunch of pretty bitches on the hood that I met last week

I bumped that shit from the '90s all day, on the hood

Motherfucker, that's me, what the fuck they know about

1996, west coast, who the fuck wants beef?

If the song, then the song, rest in peace, Eazy-E

All you pussy-ass bitches better lay low (Lay low)

They better let my homies out, free Kato (Kato)

From the 213 to San Diego (Yeah)

Drug dealer by the border gettin' pesos (Money)

I walk around with it, tatted on my face (Tattoo)

Keep that automatic on my waist

My girl keeps strippin' but I don't lie (Nope)

And my girl kept callin' but my phone died

I was up in Long Beach by the 405

Don't get caught slippin' at the wrong time

You just got a thousand more

And you ain't got money for the child support

That's why your baby-momma talk a lotta shit about you

Don't try to act brand new (Nope)

Don't try to act brand new

Stop gettin' bitches names tattooed, sucker

All I ever do is smoke weed, lost in the clouds

With a bunch of pretty bitches on the hood that I met last week

I bumped that shit from the nineties all day, on the hood

Motherfucker, that's me, what the fuck they know about

1996, west coast, who the fuck wants beef?

If the song, then the song, rest in peace, easy E

Crazy motherfucker named MC (Yeah) Got juiced with the mob

That pay me, got juiced on the streets where the dogs be

I be worried 'bout my money, fuck all beef

I was just a Mexican, all slossy , stealin' in my area

The law broke often

When I walk Cooper, I feel closer to my coffin

Your girl, I eyeballin' when she know you watchin'

Clique so strong they can't even get close

Takin' your bitch off the smell of the smoke

She asked what I bumped and I say the west coast

I asked if I could fuck and she said, "Is that a joke?"

And now we smokin' we on reefer

Back to the A, slappin' the hoes

Jockin' the bitches, trucks on my toes

I was born in nine five

Now I taste the gold

All I ever do is smoke weed, lost in the clouds

With a bunch of pretty bitches on the hood that I met last week

I bumped that shit from the '90s all day, on the hood

Motherfucker, that's me, what the fuck they know about

1996, west coast, who the fuck was beef?

If the song, then the song, rest in peace, Eazy-E (Eazy)