Dr. Dre - Eazy Street lyrics

[Verse 1: Eazy-E] Now I'mma Break it down and tell a story About a n***a in the wrong territory Sharon and Shide is who he had to meet He made a right turn down the wrong street Now whatta, whatta, whatta, what a pity A new jack in my motherf**in' city Compton that is They say it's n***as pimpin' Gangsta limpin' But back back to the nitty gritty Bout this n***a slippin' in my f**in' city By the time that he realized that he f**ed up The stupid muthaf**a got a foot in his a** Now this is how the story goes Don't you ever bring your a** In my neiborhood f**in' my hoes Cause they my hoes and I knows When they've been f**ed "Fellas, I'm ready to get up and do my thing." "Doin' it you know." [Eazy-E] Now lets get the story about the b**hes And tell how this kid went from right to riches Now he's drivin' fancy cars gettin' b**hes galore He was a dirty little boy that I knew next door [Dr. Dre impersonating Mack Romey] Mack the muthaf**in' Romey The one and only My dick's too hard to be lonely [Eazy-E] Now this muthaf**a braggin' on how He got all this and that and he got All these b**hes callin' him Big Daddy Ain't that a b**h how this muthaf**a Get rich on my muthaf**in' street That's supposed to be my goddamn money And this ba*tard is use to wear platform Shoes, plad pants and nappy-a** hat under A f**ed up hat now lets kick the story About that [Eazy-E] When the sun falls And the sh** falls down So when people start comin' around Knockin' at the door sayin' we want more And moms wonderin' what the f** they here for Rock c**aine, yeah, just as I figured But he can do that cause he's that n***a From Eazy Street on the road to riches Money, cars, houses, and hoes That's how the story goes And if the n***a stays up you Know he can't be beat All this sh** happens on Eazy Street [Eazy-E] Now back to the story about the b**hes ["About the what?"] [Eazy-E] The b**hes, the b**hes, the b**hes yo The b**hes that wanna get with me The E, the A, the Z, the Y, the E So whats up b**h you wanna play Yo why don't you kiss whats behind the bu*ton display My dick gets [Eazy-E] Like Ballpark Franks baby Plump when you cook 'em You know what I mean My dick gets [Dr. Dre] Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh up [Eazy-E] Higher than a muthaf**a [Dr. Dre] sh** thats sure enough funky right there Yo E, kick some knowledge man explain to 'em What you mean [Eazy-E] Uh oh day Day dum day Come on baby why don't ya s** it this way Aaaaah ooooh [Dr. Dre] sh** don't find the phillie baby Let it all hang out [Eazy-E] I feel it comin' (I feel it comin') It's comin' out (it's comin' out) [Dr. Dre] Kick it one more time [Eazy-E] Uh oh day Day dum day Come on baby why don't ya s** it this way Aaaaah ooooh [Eazy-E] Uh oh day Day dum day Come on baby why don't ya s** it this way Aaaaah ooooh [Dr. Dre] Oh yeah E give me a solo [Eazy-E] [*Talking Weird*] It all happens on Eazy Street You stupid muthaf**a!