DJ Yella - Still A n***a lyrics

[Intro; spoken word] Straight off the streets of Compton Dedicated and by most s**ers hated But I got something I want you motherf**ers to know I really don't give a f** *laughing* [Verse 1] n***as ain't sh** in the 90's, I don't trust 'em And b**hes on my dick but they ain't sh**, so motherf** 'em Eazy know's what's up, cause see he really don't give a f** Cause it don't concern me if don't pertain to money or a nut But then again I talk to a few of my friends Nine times out of ten 'bout some ends or some skins Cause I'm the type of n***a that gotta have it like a rabbit Rappin' is my hustle bustin' ho's is a habbit I stab it like a true no good n***a should I do it the way a down O.G. n***a would And now n***as know Eric Wright ain't no busta Another platinum cut from the Compton thugsta My name is "Eazy-E" [Hook; spoken word] Eazy muthaphukkin E A real n***a Born and raised in motherf**in' Compton This one's dedicated to you busta-a** n***as You know who you are Smoke a fat a** joint to this, b**h *laughing* [Verse 2] I don't think I'm all this or that, but I'm all me Original gangsta E-A-Z-Y-E Down from the jump now I'm endin' with the biz and Still rollin' in my 6-4 on them thizangs Do wicked sh**, cause sh** is wicked on the streets And from what my eyes see the wickedness will never cease b**hes on my dick and you know I'm runnin' y'all So you just sold your soul to the motherf**in' devil's son in law Wicked as could be Eazy-E got the flow Leavin' a smell of d**h on the Row for sure And a ho can't make me or break me But she can take me to a motel And work a n***a swell Cause I'm Eazy-E [Hook; spoken word] Yeah, s** on these nuts, motherf**ers Get with the real and quit faking the funk And oh yeah, stay off my dick, haha Really doe *laughing* [Verse 3] I let my demons lose when I hit the 8 juice And I leave a trail of stiffs when I'm high of a spliff n***as talk sh** so I talk a lot of sh**, too n***as wanna diss, f** them and their whole crew In fact n***as thank ya for stockin' a n***as bank up Yeah, I'm livin' swell but I'm a gangsta like Dresta No not the doctor, physician or the MD Dresta's an O.G., Doc is a phony Only the real real still can chill with me And the rest can't f** with E Cause I'm the O.G. that'll bring you down The devil's son in law, king of the underground Good to go with the flow that I throw Givin' ya mo' to let a motherf**er know That I can get wreck on the set and make ya small Cause you know I ain't a joke I'm a motherf**in' loc, and my name is Eazy-E [Outro; spoken word] Eazy muthaphukkin E But you b**hes can just call me E A real n***a from the C-P-T Kickin' a** and asking questions later Oh yeah, don't get smoked, loc And I'm out, motherf**ers