Eazy-Duz-It Eazy-E, Dr. Dre, MC Ren

(He was once a thug from around the way) (Eazy, but you should)... Bitch, shut the fuck up, get the fuck outta here Yo, Dre (What's up?), gimme a funky-ass bassline (What the fuck is up?) (In the place to be) (Coming on the mic is) (Eazy-mothafuckin-E) (Dre is on the beat, Yella's on the cut) (So listen up close while we rip shit up) Well I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches galore You may have a lot of bitches but I got much more With my super duper group coming out to shoot Eazy-E, muthafuckers 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... 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 Because I'm a gansta having fun Never leave the pad without packing a gun Hitting hard as fuck, I make you ask "what was it?" Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it (I was knocking muthafuckers out) (What's your name boy?) Funky, fresh Eazy-E (Kick, kick that shit) (Where you from fool, Compton, yeah) Rolling through the hood, cold tearing shit up Stick my head out the window and I say what's up To the niggas 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 fuck" So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck Hard to roll wit my bitch jocking 24-7 Rolled them muthafuckers, ate 'em up, hit 11 Got another point, I made a ten a fo' Was taking niggas 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, then I shot As you can see, I cold smoked his ass (ha ha) Because I'm a gansta having fun Never leave the pad without packing a gun Hitting hard as fuck, I make you ask "what was it?" Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it (Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it) Muthafuckin' 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 muthafucker 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 Yeah, I went to jail but that wasn't shit She 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 shit 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 im 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 door Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the hoe! Because I'm a gansta having fun Never leave the pad without packing a gun Hitting hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it 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 muthafucker)