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