Tekster:
Ma E Watch Your Back Interlude

we like what's goin on wit you All I'm sayin is don't give my girl your number no more What? Don't give my girl your number no more man Who your girl

'ma talk on Stompin on the 'Eazy'est streets that you can walk on So strap on your Compton hat, your locs And watch your back cause you might get smoked

and then - changed the game If you what you got ain't hot then - check your flame If what you spittin ain't hittin then - check your aim Your record

watch me back your shit up, I hope your people pull up And pick up and pack your shit up, homey, it's time to move While I'm singin', ma, do you let relieve

and then - changed the game If you what you got ain't hot then - check your flame If what you spittin ain't hittin then - check your aim Your record

main [E-40] Vitti can you feel me? [LeV] I feel yah! [E-40] Motherfucker can you feel me? [LeV] Yeahahayahahah! [E-40] Feel me main [LeV] I feel you main [E

(Aiyo, Meth, let me get at these niggaz) Yeah! [Busta Rhymes] Now watch me back your shit up, I hope your people pull up And pick up and pack your shit

and then - changed the game If you what you got ain't hot then - check your flame If what you spittin ain't hittin then - check your aim Your record

and then - changed the game If you what you got ain't hot then - check your flame If what you spittin ain't hittin then - check your aim Your record