King Lil G - 9'6 lyrics

[Hook:] All I ever do is smoke weed Lost in the clouds With a bunch of pretty b**hes On the hood that I met last week I bump that sh** from the 90s All day on the hood Muthaf**er thats me What the f** they know about 1996 west coast Who the f** wants beef? If its on, then its on Rest in peace eazy-e (eazy) [Verse 1:] Surrounded by the k**as, up in 9'6 Nice wrist, nice whip, with a fly b**h I'm rolling 4 deep in the camaro And I keep it fully loaded When I ride thru the ghetto Don't ever try to get Caught slippin' by the goons If your homies don't like it f** it they can get it too Old english letters on the wall Trying to bang tough, we was way too small But I'm glad I made it thru, boy I put that on my moms Couldn't think straight, we was running from the law Back in high school we would ride for the cause At a house party with a tank full of nos Party till the helicopter came thru Don't never let the money or the fame change you I took a few hoes from my enemies Shout out to jessica, veronica & destiny [Hook] [Verse 2:] All you p**y a** b**hes better lay low They better let my homies out, free kato From the 213 to san diego Drug dealer by the border, getting pesos I walk around with it tatted on my face Keep that automatic on my waist My girl keeps trippin' but I don't lie 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 Thats why your baby mama talk alot of sh** about you Don't try to act brand new No, no, no, no Don't try to act brand new Stop getting b**hes names tattoo'd, s**a [Hook] [Verse 3 - EMC Senatra:] Crazy muthaf**a named emc Got juice with the mob that pay me Got juice on the streets Where the dogs be I be worried about my money f** all beef I was just a mexican off slauson Stealing in my area, the law broke often When I walk cooper, I feel closer to my coffin Your girl eyeballin', when she know you watchin' Click so strong they can't even get close Taking your b**h, off the smell of the smoke She asked what I bump, I say the west coast I asked if I could f** and she said is that a joke? And now we smokin' on reefer Back to the a, slappin' the hoes Jockin' the b**hes, chucks on my toes I was born in 9'5, now I chase the gold [Hook]