Eazy-e - P.S. Phuk U 2 lyrics

[Eazy-E] This is Eazy motherf**in E, coming to you direct from the Penthouse That we chillin' in this motherf**er Yo Playa, spit it [Playa Hamm] Break yourself hoes, you're in the presence of his Mackness Ruthless/Priority is back with another platinum package For the s**ers who thought we wasn't coming just like this Kiss my a** and watch a troop straight freak your b**h And get a hoe back with a mac smooth controlling the mind and body So giving the p**y a party See busta-a** n***as getting paid, but it ain't sh** though Yeah you punk motherf**ers doing low but yo Witness a mac with strong back attack with no pity Getting fat off your b**h's titty Los Angeles Players of the Penthouse are worldwide Run but you can't hide, check your girl cause I'm sure to slide Right up and between and give the hoe what she been asking for Don't disrespect yourself or not so she come back for more Never underestimate the power of a young troop Checking a fat grip and ain't on no head trip With s**ers on the nut sack hanging from the hairs And b**hes on the dick like my BVD underwear For a freak ain't jocking for any reason, so what? I'ma still hit some guts, get a nut, and a proper cut, s*ut [Eazy-E] If you do nothing, say nothing, you'll never be nothing And there's a s**er born every motherf**in minute Yo Quik, kick that sh** [DJ Quik] Now the s**ers take a licking like a Timex Cause I'm a troop and I'm rolling like a Rolex And I'm your host with the most, Mr. Quik, Eazy-E And the P-E-N-T-H-O-U-S-E with something bumping for your stereo But s**er-a** n***as don't hear me though But funky is the pa**word to make them fear me though Cause I'm platinum-bound with that west coast sound And if you want to get down I got 17 rounds Claiming you peel caps, n***a I pull naps Of the next of the saps with that wack-a** cap Like these South Bronx n***as, starving like rats With songs more corny than Yo! MTV Raps How would you figure that a n***a like the Quik would show you slack? I'd rather put a f**ing shank in your back Cause I'm the type of n***a that'll f** your moms at gunpoint Off of Genuine Draft and a bud joint So if you're looking in a Source mag and don't see me It's cause the f**ing East Coast is the enemy But I got something that'll serve you right Nighty night motherf**ers, sleep tight [Eazy-E] Here comes another Penthouse Player, stepping on toes Tweed Cadillac out for the money, the mic, and the hoes Fade 'em my skinhead n***a [Tweed] Now I'm a wolf in sharp clothing, posing to be chosen I'll rock the mic, the stage, the party, and the hoes and Rolling s**ers up in a zag like a spliff Smoking 'em, like a new pimp cigarette It's been said that I'm a get f**ed Or get f**ed standing straight up It's something bout your face, make me wanna slap it Something bout your eye, make me wanna black it Call me Earl Sheib, I'll dip you alive Spraypaint your posse for 99.95 The track's stainless, the record of Tweed Don't confuse me for your b**h or your homey Yeah I'm talking sh**, only God could k** me Your rhymes don't thrill me, s** my sweet dick, willy Yo, Larry Parker, where's my 3 million? I want a bus and I ain't do fillin The P the P the C, pimp or die low Shake it up baby, it's coming back dope I ain't from Compton, I dwell in Los Angeles Heart of California, land of the scandalous [Eazy-E] Now there you have it, Penthouse, true motherf**in' players Kicking that pimp sh** for '92 And if you don't like it, f** you