[Little Girl Voice]
He was once a thug from around the way. Eazy, but you should
[Eazy-E]
b**h, Shut the f** up. Get the f** out of here
Yo Dre! (What's up?) give me a funky a** ba** line
[Intro Hook]
What the f** is up?
In the place to be
Coming on the mic is Eazy Mothaf**in-E
Dre is on the beat
Yella's on the cut
So listen up close while we rip sh** up (sh** up x5)
[Verse 1]
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 the chute
Eazy-E, motherf**ers, cold knocking the boots
Cause I'm a hip-hop thugster
I used to be a mugster
If you heard (Dopeman), 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 dip and, 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 villian cold roaming the streets
And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats
[Hook]
Because I'm a gansta having fun
Never leave the pad without packing a gun
Hitting hard as fuk, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it
("I was") ("knocking muthafukas out")
("What's your name, boy?")
("Funky, fresh Eazy-E")
("Kick, kick that sh**")
("Where you from fool?") Compton, yea
[Verse 2]
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 muthafukas, 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)
[Hook]
(Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)
Muthafuking 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
[Verse 3]
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 muthafuka
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'm 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
[Hook]
From around the way, born in '73
Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E
It's '88 now, '73's obselete
A n***a wit 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 muthafuka