Eazy-Duz-It (feat. Dr. Dre & MC Ren)

(He was once a thug from around the way) (Eazy, but you should...) Bitch, shut the fuck up, get the fuck outta here Yo, Dre (what's up?), gimme a funky-ass bassline (What the fuck is up?) (In the place to be) (Comin' on the mic is Eazy-mothafuckin'-E) (Dre is on the beat, Yella's on the cut) (So listen up close while we rip shit up) 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 the chute Eazy-E, muthafuckas cold knockin' the boots 'Cause I'm a (hip-hop) thugster, I used to be a mugster If you heard (Dopeman), you think I own a drugstore Gettin' stupid because I know how And if a sucka talks shit, I give him a (pow) 8 ball sippin', the bitches are flippin' Slow down, I hit a dip an', continue my trippin' Hittin' my switches, collect from my bitches The money that I make so I could add to my riches Fill my stash box and start rubbing my gat Feelin' good as hell because my pockets are fat A hardcore villian cold roaming the streets And wit' a homie like Dre just supplyin' the beats Because I'm a gansta havin' fun Never leave the pad without packing a gun Hittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask "what was it?" Boy you shoulda known by now, Eazy duz it (I was knockin' muthafuckas out) (What's your name boy?) Funky, fresh Eazy-E (Kick, kick that shit) (Where you from fool, Compton, yeah!) Rollin' through the hood, cold tearin' shit up Stick my head out the window and I say what's up To the niggas on the corner cold bumpin' the box But you know that's a alibi for slangin' the rocks A dice game starts I said "what the fuck" So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck Hard to roll wit' my bitch jockin' 24-7 Rolled them muthafuckers, ate 'em up, hit 11 Got another point, I made it ten a fo' Was takin' niggas money and was itching for mo' Laughin' in their faces, said "y'all makin' me rich" 'Til one punk got jealous, cold slapped 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 smoked his ass (ha ha) Because I'm a gansta havin' fun Never leave the pad without packin' a gun Hittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask "what was it?" Boy you shoulda known by now, Eazy duz it (Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it) Muthafuckin' 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 muthafucka 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 have been starvin' '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 'bout a quarter to nine Called 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 gankin' zone All the shit I did for her, like keepin' her rich I swear when I get out I'm gonna kill the bitch Well by now you can guess that it was just my luck The bailiff of the station was the 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 I'm 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 hoe Because I'm a gansta havin' fun Never leave the pad without packin' a gun Hittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it Boy you shoulda 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 obsolete A nigga wit' a serious ass attitude and 100% street And if y'all wanna hear some more (In one way or the other, I'm a bad brotha) (Word to the muthafucka)