Little Girl Voice) He once was a thug from around the way.
Eazy, but you should(Eazy-E Interupts with)
b**h, Shut the f** up.Get the f** out of here.
Yo Dre give me a funky a** ba** line.
(Intro Chorus)
What f** is up? In the place to be.
Coming on the mic is Eazy Motherf**ing-E.
Dre is on the beat.Yella's on the cut.
So listen right close while we rip sh** up.
(sh** Up echoes while fading.)
Well I'm Eazy-E, I got b**hes galore
You may have a lot of b**hes but I got much more
Wit my super duper group coming out to shoot
Eazy-E, motherf**ers 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 d**tore
Getting stupid because I know how
And if a s**er talks sh**, I give him a (POW)
8 ball sipping, the b**hes are flipping
Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping
Hitting my switches, collect from my b**hes
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 hardcore villain cold roaming the streets
And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats
Because I'm a ganster having fun
Never leave the pad without packing a gun
Hitting hard as f**, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy does it
I was knocking motherf**ers out
What's your name boy
Funky, fresh Eazy-E
Kick, kick that sh**
Where you from fool, Compton, yea
Rolling through the hood, cold tearing sh** up
Stick my head out the window and I say what's up
To the n***as 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 f**
So I put my sh** in park and had to try my luck
Hard to roll wit my b**h jocking 24-7
Rolled them motherf**ers, ate 'em up, hit 11
Got another point, I made a ten a fo'
Was taking n***as 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**h
He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last
So I said to myself, homeboy, you better think fast
He shot (gunshots), Then I shot (gunshots)
As you can see, I cold smoked his a** (ha ha)
Because I'm a ganster having fun
Never leave the pad without packing a gun
Hitting hard as f**, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy does it
(Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)
Motherf**ing Eazy does it
But how does he do it
Eazy does it do it eazy
That's what I'm doing
Stop
Man what ya 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 s**er, a s**er motherf**er
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 n***a on the street and straight took his a** out
Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit
Yea I went to jail but that wasn't sh**
Got to the station about a quarter of nine
Call my b**h to get me out 'cause I was down for mine
The b**h was a trip cold hung up the phone
Now my only phone call was in the ganking zone
All the sh*t I did for her like keeping her rich
I swear when I get out, I'm gonna k** the b**h
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**h wit my uzi machine
Went to the house and kicked down the do'
Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the ho
Because I'm a ganster having fun
Never leave the pad without packing a gun
Hitting hard as f**, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy does it
From around the way, born in '73
Hardcore B-boy named Eazy-E
It's '88 now, '73's obsolete
A n***a with a serious a** 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 motherf**er