Video musical
Video musical
Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
COLD 187um
Canto
KoKane
Canto
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Carole Sylvan
Autoría
George Victory
Autoría
Gerry Thomas
Autoría
Gregory Hutchison
Autoría
Kevyn Carter
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Brian Gardner
Masterización
COLD 187um
Producción
Donovan "The Dirt Biker" Sound
Ingeniería
Letra
[Intro]
1999
The world is at its end, fuck it
We want the money and the power
And go out with a bang
[Chorus]
It's the end of the world and still, **** ain't got no satisfaction
So I take my nine, put it on my set, bust a cop in his head, now I'm blastin'
'Cause I'm known as a G, and I'm comin' from the C-P-T
And you should know bitch ass **** runnin' packs can't fuck with Eazy
Wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up
Wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up
Wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up
Wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up
[Verse 1]
This is a real life jack in progress
****, give up your shit or take two to the chest with the Cripness
'Cause I ain't fuckin' around, G
So take a look at a real live **** that's crazy
And get ready to die, loc
Any last words before your ass gets smoked?
It ain't a joke
Because my pockets is broke, my friend, that's why I gotta do you in
Give up your ends and your gold and your brand new Nikes
And anything else I might like
And then, I'm off in the wind again
To catch the next sucker slippin', takin' two to the chin
I'm on a roll, two **** in one night, didn't even have to fight
Just pulled out my 9 to end another's life
That's real life so forget the silly shit you heard
Now, ****, tell me, do you have any last words?
[Chorus]
'Cause it's the end of the world and still, **** ain't got no satisfaction
So I take my nine, put it on my set, bust a cop in his head, now I'm blastin'
'Cause I'm known as a G, and I'm comin' from the C-P-T
And you should know bitch ass **** runnin' packs can't fuck with Eazy
Wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up
Wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up
Wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up
Wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up
[Verse 2]
Another murder I committed made front page
A **** dead from a drive-by, did him with a 12-gauge
The first stage of insanity
People say it ain't wise to get faded off the St. Ides
A mother cries, another son lies in a casket
Life was fun while it lasted
The silly bastard had to get caught slippin' and set trippin'
You should have seen that **** blood drippin'
Too many lives took, too many hearts broke
But you don't hear me, so you see my fuckin' gun smoke
Some ask why do I take so many lives from the innocent little ones
But where I come from we take shit real
You peel caps so you get your fuckin' cap peeled
Grab your steel, forget about what you heard
It's do or die, ****
Any last words?
[Chorus]
'Cause it's the end of the world and still, **** ain't got no satisfaction
So I take my nine, put it on my set, bust a cop in his head, now I'm blastin'
'Cause I'm known as a G, and I'm comin' from the C-P-T
And you should know bitch ass **** can't fuck with the Eazy
Wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up
Wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up
Wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up
Wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up
[Verse 3]
I got the 9 and I'm finna straight creep
Feel I need to take another's life, so I peep
Checkin' the scene but stayin' low so I'm not seen
'Case I gotta get away, gotta make the shit clean, G
So I'm lookin' for a victim
Gotta be right, took my time and I picked 'em
Scoped shit, then I licked him
Now I'm back in the news, no clues but yet another murder
You should have heard the **** squeal when I stuck his ass
I had to grin 'cause it's funny, ****, fuck his ass
He ain't the last and surely ain't the first, G
But his monkey ass rolled away in a hearse, G
So I'm feelin' somewhat relieved
Just another day in the life of the Eazy
A real G, so forget the silly shit you heard
It's do or die, Eazy-E gets that last word
[Chorus]
'Cause it's the end of the world and still, **** ain't got no satisfaction
So I take my nine, put it on my set, bust a cop in his head, now I'm blastin'
'Cause I'm known as a G, and I'm comin' from the C-P-T
And you should know bitch ass **** runnin' packs can't fuck with Eazy
'Cause it's the end of the world and still, **** ain't got no satisfaction
So I take my nine, put it on my set, bust a cop in his head, now I'm blastin'
'Cause I'm known as a G, and I'm comin' from the C-P-T
And you should know bitch ass **** runnin' packs can't fuck with Eazy
Wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up
Can't fuck with Eazy
Wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up
You should know bitch ass **** runnin' packs can't fuck with Eazy
Wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up
Can't fuck with the Eazy
Wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up
Can't fuck with Eazy
Written by: Carole Sylvan, George Victory, Gerry Thomas, Gregory Frenard Hutchison (Cold 187um), Jerry Buddy Long, Kevyn Bernard Carter