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Eazy-E
Eazy-E
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Eazy-E
Eazy-E
Composer
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
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Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
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Lyrics

Now I'mma Break it down and tell a story About a nigga in the wrong territory Sharon and Shide is who he had to meet He made a right turn down the wrong street Now whatta whatta whatta whatta pitty A new jack in my muthafuckin' city Compton that is They say it's niggaz pimpin' Gangsta limpin' But back back to the nitty gritty Bout this nigga slippin' in my fuckin' city By the time that he realized that he fucked up The stupid muthafucka got a foot in his ass Now this is how the story goes Don't you ever bring your ass In my neiborhood fuckin' my hoes Cause they my hoes and I knows When they've been fucked "Who's ready to get up and do my thang!" "Doin' it you know!" Now lets get the story about the bitches And tell how this kid went from right to riches Now he's drivin' fancy cars gettin' bitches galore He was a dirty little boy that I knew next door Mack the muthafuckin' Romey The one and only My dicks to hard to be lonely Now this muthafucka braggin' on how He got all this and that and he got All these bitches callin' him Big Daddy Ain't that a bitch how this muthafucka Get rich on my muthafuckin' street Thats supposed to be my god damn money And this bastard is use to wear platform Shoes plad pants and nappy ass hat under A fucked up hat now lets kick the story About that When the sun falls And the shit falls down So when people start comin' around Knockin' at the door sayin' we want more And moms wonderin' what the fuck they here for Rock cocaine yea just as I figured But he can do that cause he's that nigga From Eazy Street on the road to riches Money, cars, houses, and hoes thats how the Story goes and if the nigga stays up you Know he can't be beat all this shit happens On Eazy Street Now back to the story about the bitches About the what! The bitches, the bitches, the bitches yo The bitches that wanna get with me The E, the A, the Z, the Y, the E So whats up bitch you wanna play Yo why don't you kiss whats behind the button display My dick gets Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh up Like Ballpark Franks baby Plump when you cook 'em You know what I mean My dick gets Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh up Higher than a muthafucka Shit thats sure enough funky right there Yo E kick some knowledge man explain to 'em What you mean Uh oh day Day dum day Come on baby why don't ya suck it this way Aaaaah ooooh Shit don't find the phillie baby Let it all hang out I feel it comin' (I feel it comin') It's comin' out (it's comin' out) Kick it one more time Uh oh day Day dum day Come on baby why don't ya suck it this way Aaaaah ooooh Uh oh day Day dum day Come on baby why don't ya suck it this way Aaaaah ooooh Oh yeah E give me a solo It all happens on Eazy Street You stupid muthafucka!
Writer(s): O'shea Jackson, Andre Romell Young, Eric Wright Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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