Hittin' Switchez

1,2,3, and to the 4

Eazy muthafuckin' E

With the chrome to your dome

Cruisin' in my '64 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

Fuck no hapsters

I pack a Tech-9

Plus a AK-47

Send a one way ticket to my hell

Or maybe heaven, peep

Ni**a I don't sleep

Bury muthafuckas in the concrete

You try creep kinda slow in a Astro

But I peep you ni**as out in my left window

So I blast and I blast til I blast no mo

Yo, they call a muthafucka John Doe