Conejo - I've Been Gone Nine Summers lyrics

I've been gone nine summers in cuyents and hummers Right under the radar, I did my numbers Never slumber, party, for the bacardi Enemies act silly I'ma spray somebody Kama-kaze, yes yes ya'll I was put under the wing of our cartel boss Never fall, I stand too tall So I'ma stay grinding paper flip through calls Up and down the coast, state to state Homie life's to short for me to sit and wait So hey young girls see the watch on the wrist You could copt that if your hustle be sick I'm slick out the gutter you could ask my mother Entourage at the park put just bottles for motto Jump in the autos, it's like I hit the lotto Cus the forecast say it's gonna rain tomorrow So I ain't gotta floss Rabbs speak for itself The trigger has no heart 40 deep at the park Where should I start, oh I know where With them 2 Colombianas with the braided hair On some myspers slent, G in it to win With some stacks in my pocket and I'm hurting the pen Cob win, that the hate was growing Cus the pounds of ice steady coming flowing And it's going, to ah town near you But back to the ladies cus you know how I do The new season, of the flavor of love If they don't know the time then the honeys is done We could meet in the tub, and have us ah date But later on tonight I want your a** on the plate Run ah make, and find out who's greater International Mac, I'm ah smooth operator So welcome ah Los, the home of the K Enemigas get sniped from ah block away I'm ah lunatic, and my balls is hanging This is what it's like where the H is banging And slanging, wearing 3 strike ba** Ese drunk out the pruno, I'm Big C Mac Illegal business, is the way we rolling Little bush off the Kush outsiders ain't knowing And corner liquor stores is all I see And the one with the kakis got the baggy's of weed You shoot at me, I'll dump ah clip on you Ese coroner pull up, like that was you And all I know be well dog and the owner Task force out to find me where the sh** get grimy They can't control us, or the blocks we sit on Muthuf**ers wanna war they the ones we sh** on You dealing with the pro, ah cold muthuf**er I'm in the zone blown homie serving the cluckers So don't stunt, cus we all got paper I'm f**ing 26's homie watching the Lakers Southern Cali, is where the f** I'm at Sprinkle bullets in the mag liasia the weed with crack Pharmaseutical sh**, ese just so you know Like Cheech and Chong, I'm all up in smoke Paparazzi, bullet in your lense I got this homie, so throw up the West It's red white green with the eagle and snake That's some background sh**, so you know it ain't fake I got your feeling, like you on h**n That's how ah G move, my lieutenants salute Side track, for only ah second The neighbors call the cops when they see the weapon Ah civil war is going down in my town Ese unfamiliar face get shot to the ground It's vice versa, it could happen to me El Camino roll up ah low bucks on the G The whites love it, that we k**ing each other Used to be my brother from another mother And now you my target and I just don't get it But if I hesitate then my chest gets shredded And give me headaches, so I hit the spliff Ese mind grain gone, from just ah whiff I'm in the crib, at the side is my smith So If I pull the trigger off the floor you lift You wanna trip, with Big C Rock Then be up on the block, around the clock I think not, I see the foo's in the magnum They come around here and C Loco will clap 'em