Eazy-Duz-It

歌詞

Well I'm Eazy-E, I got women galore You may have a lot of women but I got much more Wit my super duper group coming out to shoot Eazy-E, homegirls, 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 got it like that And if a sucker talks thrash, I give him a smack 8 ball sipping, the women 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 Always got the nuckleheads on the run Hit me like that, I make you ask what was it Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it I was knocking out What's your name boy Funky, fresh Eazy-E Kick, kick that Where you from fool, Compton, yea Rolling through the hood, cold tearing it up Stick my head out the window and I say what's up To the homies on the corner cold bumping the box But you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocks A dice game started so I pulled out a buck Then I put my car in park so I could try my luck Hard to roll wit my girl jocking 24-7 Rolled one time, ate 'em up, hit 11 Got another point, I made a ten a fo' Was cleaning up fast and was itching for mo' Laughing in their faces cause the boy was too quick Then one fool got jealous, said you're making me sick He acted really stupid, I knew he wouldn't last So I said to myself, homeboy, you better think fast He went damn, then I went money gone As you can see, I cold broke his (ha ha) [Chorus] (Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it) I said 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 named Tucker 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 fool on the block and cold knock the boy out Now I wanted for assault that I had to commit Yea I went to jail but that wasn't it Got to the station about a quarter of nine Call my girl to get me out 'cause I was down for mine The girl 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 on top I swear when I get out, It's gonna have to stop 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 I'm feeling good I got the stupid girl in the neighborhood Pulled her by the hair and it was all because I had to show the girl what time it was [Chorus] From around the way, born in '73 Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E It's '88 now, '73's obselete Boy wit a serious attitude and 100% street Yea (ha ha ha)