[Eazy-E] (Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)



[VERSE 1: Havikk]

I get my roll on in a six-fo' Chevy

Cutlass sounds and the gangsta's still in me

Checkin the streets and yo, my paint job is stickin

I saw my cousin straight on the corner trickin

Couldn't believe what I saw so I bust a right

And all I saw was a damn gang fight

Crips and Bloods straight scrappin on the backstreets

Packin gats and shootin into swap meets

Five-o's rollin and gafflin, I'm chillin

I hit a U and saw a nigga straight slingin

Lley to a undercover five-o

Five cars straight swooped and took him to the county, yo

I drove up 87th and [Name]

Saw a gangsta with a Uzi and a 40oz of 8Ball

Khakis low, sweatshirt and locs on

With a hat sayin Jake Capone

I just rolled by, I saw Snake, "Nigga, what's up?"

"What's up Havikk," it's a 64 Cut

Yo, I hit front, back, side to side

Three-wheel motion as I cruised out to East Side

Yeah



(Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)

I get my roll on, you know what I'm sayin?

(Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)



[VERSE 2: Havikk]

Scooped up B and said, "Nigga what you wanna do?"

Whatever's clever, let's roll through the Central

[?] and crank the funk

I punched out the piece out the window, yo

I hit a right on Alondra

I saw a freak cold steppin lookin like Jane Fonda

"What's up baby, Rhimeson's my ID

Now have you rolled in a six-fo' Chevy?

Hooked on the Dana Danes, yo, we're two pimps"

She said no, then she licked her lips

Kicked the seven digits, her name was Arhonda

Prod said that yo real propoer

Mobbed to the hood, scooped up the Killa G

Got a beep, Luva Gee and saw Mouthpiece

Gettin bent off the chronic chillin with a hoe

Parked the fo' and pumped Smooth Criminal

Niggas on my jimmy cause my six-fo' is stickin

Tinted windows, bumps and I'm chillin

I crank the funk and I bail to the corner sto'

Gettin my roll on in South Central

Yeah



(Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)

I get my roll on

(Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)

Yeah



[ VERSE 3: Havikk ]

Hit Crenshaw with the front cold slammin

Pumpin dope cuts by the ( ? ) straight draggin

Prod straight gee and a girl that's straight jockin

My smoke interior plus my sounds are knockin

I hit a right and saw Bridgette in a 10-4

Passed her up and got stopped by the five-o

They said my fo' was seen in a drive-by

Ran the plates and they asked for my alibi

"Now where were you at six o'clock?"

I said, "At my girl Shay on the 1-10 block"

My alibi checked and the five-o's jetted out

Popped the trunk and I got my damn strap out

Cranked the fo' and said outro

My batteries need a charge, so let's mob to the Central

We saw a cutie on the backstreets

Got her name and her number but baby wanted Prodeje

Another day of cruisin through the S.C.

Rollin deep and chillin with the posse

I try to chill but I gotta get my clown on

Cause in my six-fo' I get my roll on

Yeah



(Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)

I get my roll on in South Central

(Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)

Yeah

I get my roll on

(Cruisin down the street in my 6-4)