The Game — Still Crusin

[Intro] ..like we always do about this time [Verse 1: Eazy E] 1, 2, 3 and to the 4 Eazy muthafuckin E wit a chrome to ya dome Cruisin' in my 6-4 ragtop I got alotta juice alotta fuckin block Now when I hit dat switch im bouncin' More bounce to the ounce and im clownin' Keep tha gat in my lap Cuz im fully strapped For the carjackas, but no haps Cuz I pack a TEC-9 plus an AK-47 Send a one way ticket to hell or maybe heaven Peep nigga I dont sleep Bury muthafuckaz in tha concrete You try to creep kinda slow in tha astro But I peep you niggas out my left window So I blast and I blast 'til I blast no mo Yo they call a muthafucka John Doe [Hook: Eazy E] Old nigga E still cruisin' Cruisin' down the street in my 6-4 Old nigga E still cruisin' Cruisin' down the street in my 6-4 Old nigga E still cruisin' Cruisin' down city of Compton [Verse 2: Game] 1, 2, 3 and to tha 4 Pumps in tha trunk of that cherry red 6-4 I'm ridin' with tha ghost of Eazy hoppin' the leany He watching fo demons Nigga if you try me then I'm cocking tha nina Begging Lucifer to gimme a reason To have a hundred thou cash brought down to tha precinct I'mma make bail money, this rap shit is a monopoly And I got property, that's get out of jail money Nigga I came from poverty Shoot-outs, gang-banging, and robberies Car-jacking, snatching Mata's impalas Do that with or without the ... going inside of me Hop out the ride and empty the 45 into his body I'm not to be fucked with Whether I'm straight out of Compton Or straight out of Cashville with that Young Buck shit Terrorizing Whoo Kid 24/7 'til 1 of you niggas put me with Eazy in heaven [Hook]