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Easy E
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Eazy-Duz-It
Lyricist:George Jr Clinton, William Earl Collins, Lorenzo Patterson, Abrim Tilmon, Bernard Worrell, Eric Wright, Andre R Young
[Incomprehensible] 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
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 villain 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 muthafukas 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 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 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 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, then I shot As you can see, I cold broke his ass
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 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 Yeah, 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 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 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
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 percent street
And if you all wanna hear some more In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother Word to the muthafuka
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