He was once a thug from the way, Eazy But you should, bitch, the fuck up Get the fuck outta here, yo, Wassup? Gimme a ass bassline
What the fuck is up in the to be? on the mic is Eazy muthafuckin' E Trey is on the beat, on the cut So listen up close, while we rip up
Well, I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches You may have a lot of but I got much more Wit my super group comin' out to shoot Eazy-E, muthafukas, knockin' the boots
I'm a hip hop thugster, I used to be a mugster If you Compton, you think I own a drugstore stupid because I know how An' if a sucker talks shit, I him a
8 ball sippin', the are flippin' Slow down, I hit a dippin', my trippin' my switches, collect from my bitches The that I make so I can add to my riches
Fill my box an' start rubbin' my gat good as hell because my pockets are fat A hardcore villian, roamin' the streets An' wit a like Dre just supplyin' the beats
I'm a gansta havin' fun Never leave the pad packin' a gun Hittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask was it Boy you should known by now, Eazy duz it
I was knockin' out What's your name Funky, fresh Eazy-E Kick, kick that Where you fool? Compton, yea
Rollin' through the hood, cold tearin' up Stick my head out the an' I say, What's up? To the on the corner cold bumpin' the box But you know that's an alibi for the rocks
A dice game started so I said, the fuck? So I put my in park an' had to try my luck to roll wit my bitch jockin' 24 7 Rolled muthafukas, ate 'em up, hit 11
Got another point, I a ten a fo' Was takin' niggaz an' was itchin' for mo' Laughin' in their faces an' said all makin' me rich Then one punk got jealous, cold slapped my
He pulled out his gat, I knew he last So I said to myself, Homeboy, you better fast He shot, I shot As you can see, I cold his ass
Because I'm a havin' fun Never leave the pad packin' a gun hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it Boy you should have known by now, duz it
Wait a minute, a minute, who does it? Muthafuckin' duz it, but how does he do it? duz it do it eazy, that's what I'm doin' Stop, man, gonna do now?
Now I'm a break it down just to tell a story Straight out the box, from the category About a sucker, a muthafucka He's addicted, a smoker but in Compton called a clucker
He used to have a house car an' rings But the cooky, cooky crack took all those He must of been 'cause he broke in my house Caught the nigga on the street an' took his ass out
Now I wanted for a murder I had to commit Yea, I went to jail, but that shit Got to the station about a quarter of Called my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for
The bitch was a trip cold up the phone Now my phone call was in the gankin' zone All the I did for her like keepin' her rich I swear when I get out, I'm kill the bitch
Well by now you should it was just my luck The of the station was a neighborhood cluck I looked him straight in the eye an' said, up? An' said let's a deal, you know I'll do you up
Now back on the streets an' my records are I on my bitch wit my Uzi machine Went to the house an' kicked down the like hell, cold smoked the ho
Because I'm a gansta fun leave the pad without packin' a gun Hittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask was it Boy you have known by now, Eazy duz it
From the way, born in '73 B boy named Eazy-E It's '88 now, obsolete A nigga wit a serious ass attitude an' street
An' if you all wanna hear some In one way or the other, I'm a bad to the muthafuka