EAZY CALL

[Intro: JasonMartin] What [Verse 1: DJ Quik & JasonMartin] Well, I'm Breezy D, I got riches galore You may have a lot of riches, but I got much more In my super duper coupe coming out to scoop Motherfuckers shook up, don’t know they poot from they poop I got niggas on my bumper when I roll through the hood I'm jumping out strapped 'cause I’m up to no good Off Crenshaw and Jefferson, my packets are bigger I'm just like Florence Johnson when she bagging on niggas Got my hand on my booper when I'm setting up shop I creep across the street and I threaten the opps I dress for the occasion and extended the stay It's khakis, not denim, and some brand new J's Now I took over they hood and my partners pull up They jump out drinking, smoking, they ain't giving a fuck I'm laying with these hoes these niggas used to pay They come airing out the block, head to MLK (What) [Chorus: The Game & Big Hit] One, two, three and to the four Fuck you gon' do when the feds at your door Flush it, or say "Fuck it," go out like a G? Ain’t no easy calls in the CPT So do I, run, or shoot it out? Hit a switch in my drop Chevy, niggas moving out Do I hit the corner on three-wheel motion? Nah, drive the lowrider into the ocean Eazy call [Verse 2: Big Hit & JasonMartin] Every day I wake up, I’m shaking the flakes up Getting caked up, niggas duct taped up In the trunk, like a hundred bricks getting dumped Young punks got slumped over chunks of the funk George Clinton, "Atomic Dog," Suga Free pimpin' Bumpin’ DJ Quik, pistols out the window whistlin' Good God, who was that making their heads bob? Big Hit, dog, the spitting is like a job I get it like the mob with little or no effect It's getting too easy, I'm starting to lose respect I’m starting to feel guilty, I'm filthy as Mayweather Floyd, come surf with Hit-Boy, the wave's better Artists running down Big Hit, they go platinum You want the hardest shit, the Hit boys what's brackin' I got a firm hold, I'm letting this fucker go I surpassed the meaning of dreams the world knows (What) [Chorus: The Game & Big Hit] One, two, three and to the four Fuck you gon' do when the feds at your door Flush it, or say "Fuck it," go out like a G? Ain't no easy calls in the CPT So do I, run, or shoot it out? Hit a switch in my drop Chevy, niggas moving out Do I hit the corner on three-wheel motion? Nah, drive the lowrider into the ocean Eazy call