Eazy-duz-it
par Eazy-E
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Well I´m Eazy-E, I got bitches galore
You may have a lot of bitches but I got much more
Wit my super duper group coming out to shoot
Eazy-E, muthafukas cold knocking the boots
´Cause I´m a hip-hop thugster, I used to be a mugster
If you heard Compton, you think I own a drugstore
Getting stupid because I know how
And if a sucker talks shit, I give him a (POW)
8 ball sipping, the bitches are flipping
Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping
Hitting my switches, collect from my bitches
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
[Chorus]
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 shit
Where you from fool, Compton, yea
Rolling through the hood, cold tearing shit up
Stick my head out the window and I say what´s up
To the niggaz 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 fuk
So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck
Hard to roll wit my bitch jocking 24-7
Rolled them muthafukas, ate ´em up, hit 11
Got another point, I made a ten a fo´
Was taking niggaz money and was itching for mo´
Laughing in their faces and said you´re all making me rich
Then one punk got jealous, cold slap my bitch
He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn´t last
So I said to myself, homeboy, you better think fast
He shot [gunshots], I shot [gunshots]
As you can see, I cold broke his ass (ha ha)
[Chorus]
(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
Now I´m a break it down just to tell a little story
Straight out the box from the gangsta category
About a sucker, a sucker 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 nigga on the street and straight took his ass out
Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit
Yea I went to jail but that wasn´t shit
Got to the station about a quarter of nine
Call my bitch to get me out ´cause I was down for mine
The bitch was a trip cold hung up the phone
Now my only phone call was in the ganking zone
All the things I did for her like keeping her rich
I swear when I get out, I´m gonna kill the bitch
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 bitch wit my uzi machine
Went to the house and kicked down the do´
Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the ho
[Chorus]
From around the way, born in ´73
Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E
It´s ´88 now, ´73´s obselete
A nigga wit a serious ass 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
You may have a lot of bitches but I got much more
Wit my super duper group coming out to shoot
Eazy-E, muthafukas cold knocking the boots
´Cause I´m a hip-hop thugster, I used to be a mugster
If you heard Compton, you think I own a drugstore
Getting stupid because I know how
And if a sucker talks shit, I give him a (POW)
8 ball sipping, the bitches are flipping
Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping
Hitting my switches, collect from my bitches
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
[Chorus]
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 shit
Where you from fool, Compton, yea
Rolling through the hood, cold tearing shit up
Stick my head out the window and I say what´s up
To the niggaz 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 fuk
So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck
Hard to roll wit my bitch jocking 24-7
Rolled them muthafukas, ate ´em up, hit 11
Got another point, I made a ten a fo´
Was taking niggaz money and was itching for mo´
Laughing in their faces and said you´re all making me rich
Then one punk got jealous, cold slap my bitch
He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn´t last
So I said to myself, homeboy, you better think fast
He shot [gunshots], I shot [gunshots]
As you can see, I cold broke his ass (ha ha)
[Chorus]
(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
Now I´m a break it down just to tell a little story
Straight out the box from the gangsta category
About a sucker, a sucker 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 nigga on the street and straight took his ass out
Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit
Yea I went to jail but that wasn´t shit
Got to the station about a quarter of nine
Call my bitch to get me out ´cause I was down for mine
The bitch was a trip cold hung up the phone
Now my only phone call was in the ganking zone
All the things I did for her like keeping her rich
I swear when I get out, I´m gonna kill the bitch
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 bitch wit my uzi machine
Went to the house and kicked down the do´
Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the ho
[Chorus]
From around the way, born in ´73
Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E
It´s ´88 now, ´73´s obselete
A nigga wit a serious ass 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