He was once a thug from around the way, But you should, bitch, the fuck up Get the outta here, yo, Trey Wassup? Gimme a ass bassline
the fuck is up in the place to be? Comin' on the mic is Eazy E is on the beat, Yellow's on the cut So listen up close, we rip shit up
Well, I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches You may have a lot of but I got much more Wit my super duper comin' out to shoot Eazy-E, muthafukas, cold knockin' the
'Cause I'm a hip hop thugster, I used to be a If you heard Compton, you I own a drugstore Gettin' stupid I know how An' if a talks shit, I give him a
8 ball sippin', the are flippin' Slow down, I hit a dippin', my trippin' Hittin' my switches, from my bitches The that I make so I can add to my riches
Fill my stash box an' rubbin' my gat Feelin' good as hell my pockets are fat A villian, cold roamin' the streets An' wit a homie like Dre supplyin' the beats
Because I'm a gansta fun leave the pad without packin' a gun Hittin' hard as fuck, I you ask what was it Boy you should known by now, Eazy duz it
I was muthafukas out What's name boy? Funky, fresh Eazy-E Kick, that shit you from fool? Compton, yea
Rollin' the hood, cold tearin' shit up Stick my head out the an' I say, What's up? To the on the corner cold bumpin' the box But you know an alibi for slangin' the rocks
A dice started so I said, What the fuck? So I put my in park an' had to try my luck Hard to roll wit my 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' you're all makin' me rich Then one punk got jealous, cold slapped my
He pulled out his gat, I he wouldn't last So I said to myself, Homeboy, you think fast He shot, I shot As you can see, I broke his ass
Because I'm a havin' fun Never leave the pad without a gun hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it Boy you should have by now, Eazy duz it
a minute, wait a minute, who does it? Muthafuckin' Eazy duz it, but how he do it? duz it do it eazy, that's what I'm doin' Stop, man, whatcha gonna do
Now I'm a break it just to tell a little story Straight out the box, from the category About a sucker, a muthafucka He's addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton called a
He used to a house car an' golden rings But the cooky, cooky crack took all those He must of been starvin' he broke in my house Caught the on the street an' straight took his ass out
Now I for a murder that I had to commit Yea, I went to jail, but wasn't shit Got to the station a quarter of nine my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine
The bitch was a cold hung up the phone Now my only phone call was in the zone All the things I did for her keepin' her rich I when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch
Well by now you should it was just my luck The bailiff of the was a neighborhood cluck I looked him in the eye an' said, What's up? An' let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up
Now on the streets an' my records are clean I creeped on my bitch wit my Uzi Went to the an' kicked down the door Unloaded like hell, smoked the ho
Because I'm a havin' fun Never leave the pad packin' a gun Hittin' hard as fuck, I you ask what was it Boy you should known by now, Eazy duz it
From around the way, in '73 B boy named Eazy-E It's '88 now, obsolete A nigga wit a serious ass an' 100% street
An' if you all hear some more In one way or the other, I'm a bad Word to the