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(feat. The Game)
Eazy E
Eazy E
1 2 3 and to the 4
Eazy muth*rfkin E with the crome to ya dome
Cruising in my 64 ragtop
I got alotta juice alotta fkin block
Now when i hit that switch im bouncin
More bounce to the ounce and im clownin
Keep the gat in my lap
Cuz im fully strapped
For the carjackas ,but no haps cuz i pack the tech 9'
1 2 3 and to the 4
Eazy muth*rfkin E with the crome to ya dome
Cruisin in my 64 ragtop
I got alotta juice alotta fkin block
Now when i hit that switch im bouncin
More bounce to the ounce and im clownin
Keep the gat in my lap
Cuz im fully strapped
For the carjackas ,but no haps
Cuz i pack the tech 9' plus an ak47
Send a one way ticket to my hell or maybe heaven
Peep nigg* i dont sleep
Bury muth*rfkers in the concrete
You try to creep kinda slow in the astro
But i peep you out in my left window
So i blast and i blast 'til i blast no more
Yo they call a muth*rfker john doe
chorus 4x
Old nigg* E still cruisin
Cruisin down the street in my 64
Game
1, 2, 3 and to the 4
Pumps in the trunk of that cherry red '64
Im riding with the ghost of Eazy hoppin the leany
He watching for demons
nigg* if you try me then im c*cking the nina
Begging lucifer to gimmie a reason
To have a hundred thou. cash brought down to the precinct
Ima make bail money, this rap s**t is a monopoly
And i got property, thats get out of jail money
nigg* i came from poverty
Shoot-outs, gang-banging, and robberies
Car-jacking, sn*tching Mata's impalas
Do that with or without the ... going inside of me
Hop out the ride and empty the 45 into his body
Im not to be fked with
Whether im straight out of Compton
Or straight out of Cashville on that Young Buck s**t
Terrorizing Whoo Kid 24/7
'til 1 of you put me with Eazy in heaven.
chorus 4x
Old nigg* E still cruisin
Cruisin down the street in my 64
