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Still a N***a
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eazy-E
Eazy-E
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andre Wicker
Andre Wicker
Songwriter
Antoine Carraby
Antoine Carraby
Songwriter
Eric Wright
Eric Wright
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Dj Yella
Dj Yella
Producer
Donovan "The Dirt Biker" Sound
Donovan "The Dirt Biker" Sound
Engineer

Lyrics

Straight off the streets of Compton Dedicated and by most sucker's hate it But I got somethin' I want you motherfucker's to know I really don't give a fuck Born and raised Nigga's ain't shit in the '90s, I don't trust 'em And bitches on my dick, but they ain't shit, so motherfuck 'em Eazy knows what's up 'cause see Eazy really don't give a fuck It don't concern me or if don't pertain to money or a nut But then again, I talk to a few of my friends nine times outta ten About some ends or some skins 'Cause I'm tha type of nigga that gotta have it like a rabbit Rappin' is my hustle bustin' hoe's is a habit I stab it like a true no good nigga should I do it the way a down OG nigga would And now nigga's know Eric Wright ain't no buster Another platinum cut from the Compton thugster My name is Eazy-E Eazy motherfuckin' E A real nigga (Eazy-E) Born and raised in motherfuckin' Compton This one is dedicated to you buster ass nigga's (born and raised) You know who you are Smoke a fat ass joint to this Bitch I don't think I'm all this or that, but I'm all me Original gangsta E-A-Z-Y-E Down from the Jump, now I'm endin' with the biz and Still rollin' in my '64 on them thizangs Do wicked shit 'cause shit is wicked on the streets And from what my eyes see, the wickedness will never cease Bitches on my dick, and you know I'm runnin' y'all So, you just sold your soul to the mother fuckin' devil's son-in-law Wicked as could be Eazy E got the flow Leavin' a smell of death on the road for sure And a hoe can't make me or break me But she can take me to a motel and work a nigga's spell 'Cause I'm (Eazy-E) Yeah, suck on these nuts motherfucker's (Eazy-E) (Born and raised) get with tha real And quit fakin' the funk (Eazy-E) And oh yeah, stay off my dick (born and raised) Really though I let my demons loose when I hit the eight juice And I leave a trail of stiffs when I'm high off of the spliff's Nigga's talk shit, so I talk a lot of shit too Nigga's want diss, fuck them and they whole crew In fact nigga thank ya for stockin' a nigga's bank up Yeah, I'm livin' swell, but I'm gangster like Dresta No tha Doctor, physician, or the MD Dresta's an OG doctor's a phony Only the real-real still can chill with me And the rest can't fuck with E 'Cause I'm the OG that'll burn you down The devil's son-in-law, king of the underground Good to go with the flow that I throw Givin' you more to let a motherfucker know That I can get wrecked on the set and make you slow 'Cause you know I ain't a joke, I'm a motherfuckin' Loc And my name is Eazy-E Eazy motherfuckin' E (born and raised) But you bitches can just call me E A real nigga from the CPT (born and raised) Kickin' ass and askin' questions later Oh, yeah (born and raised) Don't get smoked Loc And I'm out Motherfucker's Eazy-E Born and raised
Writer(s): Eric Wright, Antoine Carraby, Andre De'sean Wicker Sr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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