[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, n***a I don't sleep
Bury motherfuckas' in the concrete
You try to creep kind of slow in a Astro
But I peep you n***as out in my left window
So I blast and I blast 'till I blast no more
Yo, they call a motherfucker John Doe

[Bridge: Eazy-E]
Watch this n***a do some diggin'
Pop that pussy on a platter

[Verse 2: Eazy-E]
Old n***a E still cruisin'
Punk stay up on the nuts and the bone
Pussy n***a had beef knocked out of his teeth
The muthafucka should have stayed his ass home
Hey yo peep them bitchez in the Honda
4 deep with the proper ass sounds
Now every time that I meet a fine cute bitch
She got a friend from the fuckin' Dog Pound
Hey yo bitch
Here's the seven digits
Call me if you can
Only if you want it
Let a n***a know
Can I dig like a miner, 49er
Diggin' for gold from behind her
Watch this n***a do some diggin'
Pop that pussy on a platter
Watch this n***a do some diggin'
Loose or tight it doesn't matter
YO!