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(Little Girl Voice) He once was a thug from around the way.Eazy, but you should(Eazy-E Interupts with) b*tch, Shut the fk up.Get the fk out of here. Yo Dre give me a funky as* bass line.
(Intro Chorus) What fk is up? In the place to be.Coming on the mic is Eazy Mothafkin-E.Dre is on the beat.Yella's on the cut. So listen right close while we rip s**t up.(s**t Up echoes while fading.)
Well I'm Eazy-E, I got girls galore
You may have a lot of girls but I got much more
Wit my super duper group coming out to shoot
Eazy-E, muth*fukas cold knocking the boots
'Cause I'm a hip-hop thugster, I used to be a mugster
If you heard (cash register), you think I own a drugstore
Getting stupid because I know how
And if a sucker talks s**t, I give him a (POW)
8 ball sipping, the girls are flipping
Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping
Hitting my switches, collect from my girls
The money that I make so I can add to my riches
Fill my stash box and start rubbing my gat
Feeling good as hell because my pockets are fat
A hardc*re villian cold roaming the streets
And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats
(Chorus)
Because I'm a gansta having fun
Never leave the pad without packing a gun
Hitting hard as fk, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it
I was knocking muth*fukas out
What's your name boy
Funky, fresh Eazy-E
Kick, kick that s**t
Where you from fool, Compton, yea
Rolling through the hood, cold tearing s**t up
Stick my head out the window and I say what's up
To the on the corner cold bumping the box
But you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocks
A dice game started so I said what the fk
So I put my s**t in park and had to try my luck
Hard to roll wit my b*tch jocking 24-7
Rolled them muth*fukas, ate 'em up, hit 11
Got another point, I made a ten a fo'
Was taking money and was itching for mo'
Laughing in their faces and said you're all making me rich
Till one punk got jealous, cold slap my b*tch
He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last
So I said to myself, homeboy, you better think fast
He shot (gunshots), I shot (gunshots)
As you can see, I cold smoked his as* (ha ha)
Chorus
(Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)
muth*fuking Eazy duz it
But how does he do it
Eazy duz it do it eazy
That's what I'm doing
STOP
Man whatcha gonna do now
Now I'm a break it down just to tell a little story
Straight out the box from the gangsta category
About a sucker, a sucker muth*fuka
He's addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton called a clucker
he used to have a house car and golden rings
But the cooky cooky crack took all those things
he must of been starving 'cause he broke in my house
Caught the nigg* on the street and straight took his as* out
Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit
Yea I went to jail but that wasn't s**t
Got to the station about a quarter of nine
Call my b*tch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine
The b*tch was a trip cold hung up the phone
Now my only phone call was in the ganking zone
All the things I did for her like keeping her rich
I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the b*tch
Well by now you should know it was just my luck
The baliff of the station was a neighborhood cluck
I looked him straight in the eye and said what's up
And said let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up
Now back on the streets and my records are clean
I creeped on my b*tch wit my uzi machine
Went to the house and kicked down the do'
Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the ho
Chorus
From around the way, born in '73
Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E
It's '88 now, '73's obselete
A nigg* wit a serious as* attitude and 100% street
And if you all wanna hear some more
In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother
Word to the muth*fuka
