Tekster: Eazy-E. Cruisin In My 6-4.

[dr. dre]
Hey yo, remember that shit eazy did a while back
Motherfuckers said it wasn?t gonna work (word)
That crazy shit, yeah the stupid shit
Hey yo eazy! (yo!)
Hey man why don?t you come off the piano for a minute
And bust this crazy shit

[eazy-e]
Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that I had to be in compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begin
Before my mother starts bitchin bout my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
Young niggaz at the pad throwin up gang signs
Ran in the house and grabbed my clip
With the mac-10 on the side of my hip
Bailed outside and pointed my weapon
Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin
Jumped in the fo? hit the juice on my ride
I got front back and side to side
Then I let the alpine play
Bumpin new shit by nwa
It was gangsta gangsta at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:

Cruisin down the street in my six-fo?
Jockin the bitches, slappin the hoes
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold shootin some hoops
A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh el camino rolled, kilo g
He rolls down his window and he started to say
It?s all about makin that gta

*chorus*

Cuz the boyz n tha hood are always hard
You come talkin that trash we?ll pull your card
Knowin nothin in life but to be legit
Don?t quote me boy, cuz I ain?t sayin shit

[eazy-e]
Down on b?s in the place to give me the pace
He said my man jb is on freebase
The boy jb was a friend of mine
Til I caught him in my car tryin to steal my alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly motherfucker pull out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucker dead, la times first page

*chorus*

[eazy-e]
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I went to a spot where my homeboys chill
The fellows out there, makin that dollar
I pulled up in my 6-4 impala
They greet me with a 40 and I start drinkin
And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin
Love to get my girl, to rock that body
Before I left I hit the bacardi
Went to her house to get her out of the pad
Dumb hoe says something stupid that made me mad
She said somethin that I couldn?t believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave
She started talkin shit, wouldn?t you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe
Her father jumped out and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross and knocked his whole ass out

*chorus*

[eazy-e]
I?m rollin hard now I?m under control
Then wrapped the six-fo? round the telephone poll
I looked at my car and I said, oh brother
I throw it in the gutter and go buy another
Walkin home and I see the g ride
Now ket is drivin kilo on the side
As they busted a u, they got pulled over
An undercover cop in a dark green nova
Ket got beaten for resistin arrest
He socked the pig in the head for rippin his guess
Now g is cut for doin the crime
For defence on the boy, he?ll do some time

*chorus*

[eazy-e]
I went to get them out but there was no bail
The fellaz start to riot in the county jail
Two days later in municiple court
Kilo g on trial straight cold cut a fork
Distruption of a court, said the judge
On a six year sentence my man didn?t budge
Bailer came over to turn him in
Kilo g looked up and gave a grin
He yelled out fire!, then came suzi
The bitch came in with a sub-machine uzi
Police shot the bitch but didn?t hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder

*chorus*

(Thanks to ApoloN for these lyrics)