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king lil g - 9'6 lyrics

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[hook]
all i ever do is smoke weed
lost in the clouds
with a bunch of pretty b-tches
on the hood that i met last week
i bump that sh-t from the 90s
all day on the hood
m-th-f-cker thats me
what the f-ck they know about
1996 west coast
who the f-ck wants beef?
if its on, then its on
rest in peace eazy-e (eazy)

[verse 1]
surrounded by the k!llas, up in 9’6
nice wrist, nice whip, with a fly b-tch
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-ck 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]
all i ever do is smoke weed
lost in the clouds
with a bunch of pretty b-tches
on the hood that i met last week
i bump that sh-t from the 90s
all day on the hood
m-th-f-cker thats me
what the f-ck they know about
1996 west coast
who the f-ck wants beef?
if its on, then its on
rest in peace eazy-e (eazy)

[verse 2]
all you p-ssy -ss b-tches 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-t about you
don’t try to act brand new
no, no, no, no
don’t try to act brand new
stop getting b-tches names tattoo’d, sucka

[hook]
all i ever do is smoke weed
lost in the clouds
with a bunch of pretty b-tches
on the hood that i met last week
i bump that sh-t from the 90s
all day on the hood
m-th-f-cker thats me
what the f-ck they know about
1996 west coast
who the f-ck wants beef?
if its on, then its on
rest in peace eazy-e (eazy)

[verse 3: emc senatra]
crazy m-th-f-cka 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-ck 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’
cl!ck so strong they can’t even get close
taking your b-tch, off the smell of the smoke
she asked what i bump, i say the west coast
i asked if i could f-ck and she said is that a joke?
and now we smokin’ on reefer
back to the a, slappin’ the hoes
jockin’ the b-tches, chucks on my toes
i was born in 9’5, now i chase the gold

[hook]
all i ever do is smoke weed
lost in the clouds
with a bunch of pretty b-tches
on the hood that i met last week
i bump that sh-t from the 90s
all day on the hood
m-th-f-cker thats me
what the f-ck they know about
1996 west coast
who the f-ck wants beef?
if its on, then its on
rest in peace eazy-e (eazy)



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