Cruisin Down The Street In My 64 Lyrics


Cruisin Down The Street In My 64 Lyrics By Eazy-E Ft. Dresta. Cruisin’ down the street in my ’64 Jockin’ the freaks, clockin’ the dough Went to the park to get the scoop Knuckleheads out there cold shooting some hoops.

Cruisin Down The Street In My 64 Lyrics

“Yeah, Gangsta Dresta done stepped in this, mo^^erf^^ker. And this one goes out to all the O.G.’s out there. And I can’t forget the baby gangstas, what’s up, n^^gas? My n^^ga they came back with some of that old school original west coast sh^t, n^^ga. That got all of y’all on his d^^k in the first place, yeah. So run that sh^t, E, yeah.”

Cruisin’ down the street in my ’64Jockin’ the freaks, clockin’ the doughWent to the park to get the scoopKnuckleheads out there cold shooting some hoopsA car pulls up, who can it be?A fresh El Camino rolling Kilo GHe rolls down his window and he started to sayIt’s all about making that GTA

Cause the boys in the hood are always hardYou come talking that trash, we’ll pull your cardKnowing nothing in life, but to be legitDon’t quote me, boy, cause I ain’t said sh^t

Donald B’s in the place to give me the paceHe said, “My man JD is on freebase”The boy JD was a friend of mine‘Til I caught him in my car trying to steal a AlpineChased him up the street to call a truceThe silly cluck-head pulls out a deuce-deuceLittle did he know, I had a loaded 12 gaugeOne sucker dead, LA Times front page

Cause the boys in the hood are always hardYou come talking that trash we’ll pull your cardKnowing nothing in life, but to be legitDon’t quote me, boy, cause I ain’t said sh^t

Bored as f^^k and I wanna get illSo I went to a place where my homeboys chillN^^gas out there making that dollarI pulled up in my ’64 ImpalaThey greet me with a 40 and I start drinkingAnd from the 8-ball my breath start stinkingLeft to get my girl to rock that bodyBefore I left I hit the BacardiWent to her house to get her out of the padDumb ho said something that made me madShe said something that I couldn’t believeSo I grabbed the stupid bi^^h by her nappy a^^ weaveShe started talking sh^t, wouldn’t you know?Reached back like a pimp, slapped the hoHer father jumped up and he started to shoutSo I bombed on pops, knocked his ol’ a^^ out

Cause the boys in the hood are always hardYou come talking that trash we’ll pull your cardKnowing nothing in life, but to be legitDon’t quote me, boy, cause I ain’t said sh^t

Now I’m rolling hard, now under controlThen wrapped the ’64 ’round a telephone poleI looked at my car and I said, “Oh, brotherThrow it in the gutter and go buy another”Walking home and I see the G rideNow Kat is drivin Kilo on the sideAs they busted a U, they got pulled overA undercover cop in a dark green NovaNow Kat got beat for resisting arrestHe socked the pig in the head for rippin’ his GuessNow G is caught for doing the crimeFourth offense on the boy, he’ll do some time

Cause the boys in the hood are always hardYou come talking that trash we’ll pull your cardKnowing nothing in life, but to be legitDon’t quote me, boy, cause I ain’t said sh^t

I went to get them out, but there was no bailMy n^^gas caused a riot in the county jailTwo days later in municipal courtKilo G on trial straight cut a fartDisruption of a court, said the judgeOn a six-year sentence, my man didn’t budgeBailiff came over to turn him inKilo G looked up and gave a grinHe yelled out, “Fire,” then came SuzyThe bi^^h came in with a sub-machine UziPolice shot the girl, but didn’t hurt herBoth upstate for attempted murder

Cause the boys in the hood are always hardYou come talking that trash we’ll pull your cardKnowing nothing in life, but to be legitDon’t quote me, boy, cause I ain’t said sh^t

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