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Eazy-E - No More ?'s
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eazy-E
Eazy-E
Vocals
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ice Cube
Ice Cube
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eazy-E
Eazy-E
Executive Producer
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Producer
Dj Yella
Dj Yella
Producer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Donovan Smith
Donovan Smith
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

We're sitting here with Eazy-E Believe that How are you doing? Alright So, Eazy, tell me, how was your life as a youngster? Ruthless, my style as a juvenile Ran with a gang, slanged in the meanwhile Bankin', I specialized in gankin' Whites, Mexicans, brothers and others Daily, it's all about comin' up Makin' sure no punks are runnin' up Because I'm a gangster havin' fun Strapped with a gat when I'm walkin' through Compton Terrible, I never listened to my mother It went in one ear, and out the other Ran my gang, sold undercover Call a girl out her name, yo I ain't no lover I'm a pimp, mack daddy, lookin' for the dollar At thirteen I bought a '64 Impala Rollin', and runnin' from the police Brother don't you know you can't trust a thief Or thug, convict, hoodlum, or criminal Leave your car open, ganked for your stereo Hard and raw, no regard for the law Eazy E, were you ever caught slippin'? Hell no, just trippin off 8-ball And girls ain't nothin' but female dogs to me Bi—hes, I'm sorry for that verse It's in my nature, I gotta curse Out anybody gettin' on my nerves You get beat, ganked, broke, and served So, you know who I am And if you don't like it, I really don't give a damn Hmm, I see, so you're rather violent? Sometimes Ok, what would be the situation when you so-called "gank" someone? Waitin', for some people to leave I got another trick up my sleeve Step with pep to the back of the house Looked in, all the lights are out Grabbed the door and it's locked, so Easily made my way to the window Lift it up slow, 'cause it takes timin' Looked around, and then I climbed in Once inside, I start takin' 'Cause you know it's no time for shakin' Get what you gonna get, front and center Or get five years for breakin' and enter Move quickly, but no runnin' Shhh, I think somebody's comin' Hear the front door key, and I flee Out the back, with a fist full of jewelry Over the wall, don't fall Wipe my sweat 'cause that was a close call Gettin' ganked by the E is a lesson So, is there any more questions? Yes, as a matter of fact, there is Have you ever been involved in like, a armed robbery or a hold-up? You mean a 211? Yeah There's a store, but don't point Walk inside, case the joint One man behind the counter, another in the back Go out to the car and load the gat Grabbed the ski mask, here's the task Go in broke, come out with cash Were you slick? Yeah, you gotta be cunnin' Told Ice Cube to leave the car runnin' Walked in, said "this is a robbery" Didn't need the money, it's just a hobby Fill the bag, homeboy, don't lag I want money, beer, and a pack of zig-zags The man in the back had a camera So he came out to test his stamina Against Eazy E, but he took one Fell to the floor, so I run Back to the bucket, then I said "punch it" Took the gun, and then dumped it I'm not like Robin Hood, 'cause I want more Steal from the rich, hang with the poor My pockets are fat, you see, it don't matter to me I feel like nobody is badder than me Is all that true? I don't lie You see, I'm not mister nice guy Oh, so you're not exactly a role model? Not exactly And for your listeners, what does Eazy think of himself? Bad and bold, you can't get with this Those that tried, you're on my s—t list Can't be caught, sought, or fought Taught, and damn it's yo' fault Down and dirty from the CPT N.W.A. and Eazy-E One more, before we end this session What's your real age? No more questions
Writer(s): Donald Robertson, Hal Blair Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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