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[Eazy-E]
1,2,3, and to the 4
Eazy muthafuckin E
With the chrome to your dome
Cruisin in my 64 rag top
I got a lot of juice
A lot of fuckin block
Now when I hit that switch I m bouncin
More bounce to the ounce
And I m clownin
Keep the gat in my lap
Cuz I m fully strapped
For the car jackers
Fuck no hapsters
I pack a Tech-9
Plus a AK-47
Send a one way ticket to my hell
Or maybe heaven, peep
Nigga I don t sleep
Burry muthafuckas in the concrete
You try creep kinda slow in a Astro
But I peep you niggas out in my left window
So I blast and I blast til I blast no mo
Yo, they call a muthafucka John Doe

[Chorus] x 4
Cuz when I hit that switch I m bouncin
More bounce to the ounce
And I m clownin

[Roc Slanga]
Be a witness to murda
Niggas bustin out of a 64 Chevy
Straight callin my city
Niggas be winnin and gettin busy
Wit a tizy
Through my city
Chalk lines hang
Niggas bang
Chevy s swang like it ain t no thang
The gangs bang
So nigga tuck your chain
And try to buck this thang
End up gettin one stuck in you brain
To refrain from this game of stressin
Smokin on water
And fin to bang your daughter
All up in the Best Western
She like the way that my 64 hop
Drop the top
Grab a rock
Now she s givin me top
Non stop on the all row seat
Like the made me screen
So I two-wayed my nigga Eazy-E

[Chorus] x 4

[Eazy-E]
Old nigga E still cruisin
Punk stay up on the nuts and the bone
Pussy nigga had beef knocked out of his teeth
The muthafucka should have stayed his ass home
Hey yo peep them bitchez in the Honda
4 deep with the proper ass sounds
Now every time that I meet a fine cute bitch
She got a friend from the fuckin Dog Pound
Hey yo bitch
Here s the seven digits
Call me if you can
Only if you want it
Let a nigga know
Can I dig like a minor, 49er
Diggin for gold from behind her
Watch this nigga do some diggin
Pop that pussy on a platter
Watch this nigga do some diggin
It s so tight it doesn t matter
YO!

[Chorus] x 4

[Hook]
Hit them swithez [hit them swithez]
Hit them swithez [come on nigga]
Hit the swithez [make that shit bounce man]
Make it bounce [make it bounce homie]
Hit them swithez [man come on homie]
Hit them swithez [make that shit bounce homie]
Hit the swithez [three wheel motion]
Make it bounce [say what]

[Chorus] x 8

[Roc Slanga]
That s right nigga
We back
That real gangsta shit
From on of the realest niggas in this game
You know his name nigga
[laughs]

Tekst :

[Eazy-E]
First up high on a roof top
like a bird I m havin evil thoughts
a black hood covers my face
and death flows through my mind at it s own pace
sometimes I feel like a super hero
urgin to free my kind
I m so accurate
I shoot ya heart with a dime
now I m back to the moral of my tale
I see a victim, and then my thoughts fail
my minds still fumblin with the present slavery
I m here to save you but who s to save me
I hold my strap so long that my palms all wet
I put finger on the fit and then the side a check
I make the kill here s the deal
after the trigger s pulled then the death is sealed
so it s the shots that sing out like a piper
everyones scared I m the neighborhood sniper

[Chorus]

[Eazy-E]
So my boy is a snitch
I put my gun up to his head
and simply scared the bitch boo
being the E ya know I m thinkin devious thoughts
take off ya clothes nigga and here comes a plot
his bitch was scared she made a move I pulled the trigger
now the rumors rare
now there s nothing left but a snitch
here s a four leaf clover punk make a wish
one [*Shot*] two [*Shot*] three strikes your out
this nigga is dead and now I m lookin for a window
I made my escape the cops chase
duckin to an alley so they don t recognize my face
the boy had to pay the piper
so they all stayin fair of a neighborhood sniper

[Chorus]

[Eazy-E]
I m Doin dirt as I continue my mission
killin all fools as an addiction
as a E lovin the game leavin a shame
and in my heart I feel no muthafuckin pain
because my heart is cold as I was told
and my A.K.47 I stand bold
rippin up shit with the fury of my gun shot
pop pop pow as I watch the muthafucka drop
lovin the site as the blood spill
take a photograph, to keep in my hard as I was sayin calm
and never hyper as I succeed in my mission
I be a neighborhood sniper

[Chorus]

Tekst :

[ INTRO ]
Straight off tha streets of muthafuckin Compton
It`s the downest nigga I know
Eazy muthafuckin me
Bout to kick your ass in Ninety-Three

[ CHORUS ]
I creep and I crawl and I creep and I crawl
And I creep and I crawl CREEP CREEP
I said I creep and I crawl and I creep and I crawl
And I creep and I crawl CREEP CREEP

[ VERSE 1 ]
I got my niggas from Gravestreet WATTS
I got my niggas from the CPT
I got my niggas all across the motherfuckin land
Thats down with the E-A-Z-Y E
Now , early in the mornin I awake
Thinkin about these dead fool`s life that I had to take
Frontin on a true name I peep game at point blank range
FUCK `EM
( muthafuckin right ya`ll )
Back to the set as I jet
Not givin a fuck about the nigga that I went
Thats what he gotta shout for actin like a trick
Now he`s 6 feet and I`m deep in his bitch
Creepin creepin creepin on the marks that be sleepin
Catch you slippin slap the clip in buck `em every weekend
A scandalous lil` nigga with the heart to feel remorse
Dick the niggas corps leave it on his momma`s porch
Don`t give a fuck about shit that`s why I mellow
Or maybe it`s the fact that I`m kin to the devil
A psychopathic nigga thats always quick to fill a
Nigga for a ?? cause I`m a muthafuckin killer
Thriller from Manilla though I`m shown as the average
Try to test your luck and get bucked by a muthafuckin savage

[ CHORUS ]

[ VERSE 2 ]
I got my niggas from Gravestreet WATTS
I got my niggas from the CPT
I got my niggas all across the muthafuckin land
Thats down with the E-A-Z-Y E
Now , later on that night as I`m rollin
Lookin for a nigga I can Gat and pack a hole in
Stoppin at a light on the latenight
Fire up a Phillie Blunt to get my head right
See some niggas slippin at a burger stand
And in my mind all I`m thinkin is a murder plan
Creepin through the drive through kinda slow
I got my hot beams on the back of the .4
Yo , smokin on chronic with the rag down
Not knowin I`m about to lay their ass down
Reach for them fools make my move
Leaned out my jeep and I creep kinda smooth
With the Gat to the nigga`s dome now he`s sleeps
One shot to the top body flopped on the seat
Peep , I dumped on the lil` skinny passenger
A bitch is screamin in a rage so I blasted her
Smashed and I got about 5 blocks
Before I got stopped by punk ass cops
( shit , fuck `em )
FUCK YOU
* shots rang out *
MUTHAFUCKA
hahaha

I want to get away
I just can t help myself
Seems everything that I ve got
Has been had by somebody else

You know I ve been so lost
I ve been locked in a poison space
I don t think that I can stand
Another minute in this place

How many times, uh
How many times, uh

Morning...

Yea, good God

Yea, for all you motherfuckers across the whole entire galaxy
Busta Rhymes and the whole entire flipmode squad
Back and jivin motherfuckers in 1997
Ha, when disaster strikes, when disaster strikes
Take a look and sit on the side lines and be a witness, ha

Army of me

You can t
Understand I still have a lot to say
To you
A fortune nothing has left no time or place
My life
Upon my life there will always be lies
No more
I won t believe in this hypocrisy
You are
Parasitic bottom feeder
All you
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