Letras
All I ever do is smoke weed (smoke weed)
Lost in the clouds with a bunch of pretty bitches
On the hood that I met last week (last week)
I bump that shit from the 90s (woo)
All day on the hood, motherfucker that's me (that's me)
What the fuck they know about 1996 West Coast?
Who the fuck wants beef? (Wants beef?)
If it's on, then it's on, rest in peace Eazy-E (Eazy)
Surrounded by the killers, up in 9'6
Nice wrist, nice whip, with a fly bitch (baow, baow, baow)
I'm rolling four deep in the Camaro
And I keep it fully loaded, when I ride through the ghetto
Don't ever try to get caught slippin' by the goons
If your homies don't like it, fuck it, they can get it too (bang, bang)
Old English letters on the wall
Trying to bang tough, we was way too small (woo)
But I'm glad I made it through, boy I put that on my moms
Couldn't think straight, we was running from the law (yeah)
Back in high school, we would ride for the cause
At a house party with a tank full of nos (yeah, yeah)
Party 'til the helicopter came through
Don't never 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 (smoke weed)
Lost in the clouds with a bunch of pretty bitches
On the hood, that I met last week (last week)
I bump that shit from the 90s (woo)
All day on the hood, motherfucker that's me (that's me)
What the fuck they know about 1996 West Coast?
Who the fuck wants beef? (Wants beef?)
If it's on, then it's on, rest in peace Eazy-E (Eazy)
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, getting pesos (money)
I walk around with it tatted on my face (tattoo)
Keep that automatic on my waist (pab, pab, pab, pab)
My girl keeps trippin', but I don't lie (don't)
And my girl kept callin', but my phone died (let's go)