Cannabis Garden EMC Senatra (Ft. L.A Gun Smoke & Young Drummer Boy)

[Intro]
This That Type Of Shit
You Roll Around Downtown L.A
At 3 In The Mornin'
With A Bad Bitch In The Passenger
Rollin' That Indonesia In That Swisher Sweet
While You Gripping On Her Thigh
And Your Other Hand On That Steering Wheel
Swervin' Down To Main Street
Let's Make It Up

[Verse 1: Emc Senatra]
Baby Look At Me, I'm A Youngin' From Hoover Street
With A Forty Ounce Bottle, A Bag Of Weed
I Ain't Got No Role Models In Back Of Me
Only Og Killas Reppin' Westside
They Taught Me More Than Only Hold The Tec Right
I Flew In From Chicago On The Best Flight
Shay About A Roll Up With The Best High
Cause I Just Touched Down On The Westside
Even Off The Block I Rep The A On Me
Till The Day I Die, I'm On The Block On Me
Even With A Milli I'ma Stay Lowkey
Even With The Fame Im'a Still The Same Ol' G
Lately I Been Sobered Up Been Focused On The Hustle
Latley I Just Noticed That My Numbers Started To Double
Recently Just Noticed More People Want Trouble
But They Don't Really They Don't Want It
That's Something That I Know
Cause It's Ak Always, Every Day, All Day, Till I Die
Twistin' This Indonesia, Burnin' This Reefer
Till My Blood Matches My Eyes
Raisin' My Spliff To The Sky
The Thought If I Die Runs Through My Head
That's Why I'm Getting High
My Homies Stay Loyal With Much Reasons Why
Why Came From The Gutter So Don't Act Surprised