Still Cruisin The Game (Ft. Eazy-E)

[Intro: Red Spyda]
What we always do about this time
(Eyo Eazy)

[Verse 1: Eazy-E]
1, 2, 3, and to the 4
Eazy muthafuckin' E with the chrome to your dome
Cruisin' in my 6-4 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, but no haps 'cuz I pack a
Tech 9, plus a A-K 47
Send a one way ticket to my hell or maybe heaven
Peep, nigga I don't sleep
Bury motherfuckas' in the concrete
You try to creep kind of slow in a Astro
But I peep you niggas out in my left window
So I blast and I blast 'till I blast no more
Yo, they call a motherfucker John Doe

[Chorus: Red Spyda & Eazy E]
Ol' nigga E still cruisin', Cruisin' down the street in my 6-4
Ol' nigga E still cruisin', Cruisin' down the street in my 6-4
Ol' nigga E still cruisin', Cruisin' down the street in my 6-4
Ol; nigga E still cruisin', Cruisin' down the street in my 6-4