Pitch Control

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 Nigga I don't sleep Bury muthafuckas in the concrete You try creep kinda slow in a Astro But I peep you niggas out in my left window So I blast and I blast til I blast no mo Yo, they call a muthafucka John Doe