Eazy-Duz-It

'Ey man we gotta do a radio version of this song Let it ride, I think I got somethin' for it Well I'm Eazy-E, I got women galore You may have a lot of women but I got much more Wit' my super-duper group coming out the chute Eazy-E, homegirls 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 'cause I got it like that And if a sucka talks trash, I give him a smack 8 ball sippin', the women are flippin' Slow down, I hit a dip an', continue my trippin' Hittin' my switches, collect from my bi—hes 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 'cause 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 Always got the knuckleheads on the run Hittin' like that, I make you ask "what was it?" Boy you shoulda known by now, Eazy duz it (I was knockin' muthaf—kas out) (What's your name boy?) Funky, fresh Eazy-E (Kick, kick that) (Where you from fool, Compton, yeah!) Rollin' through the hood, cold tearin' it up Stick my head out the window and I say what's up To the homies on the corner cold bumpin' the box But you know that's a alibi for slangin' the rocks A dice game started so I pulled out a buck Then I put my car in park so I could try my luck Hard to roll wit' my girl jockin' 24-7 Rolled one time, ate 'em up, hit 11 Got another point, I made it ten a fo' Was cleanin' up fast and was itching for mo' Laughin' in their faces, 'cause the boy was too quick 'Til one fool got jealous, said ya makin' me sick He acted real stupid, I knew he wouldn't last So I said to myself, "homeboy, you better think fast!" He went (damn), then I went (money gone) As you can see, I cold broke his (ha ha) Because I'm a gansta havin' fun Always got the knuckleheads on the run Hittin' like that, 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) I said 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 named Tucker 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 fool on the block and cold knocked the boy out Now I wanted for assault that I had to commit Yeah, I went to jail, but that wasn't it Got to the station 'bout a quarter to nine Called my girl to get me out 'cause I was down for mine The girl was a trip, cold hung up the phone Now my only phone call was in the gankin' zone All the things I did for her, like keepin' her on top I swear when I get out it's gonna have to stop 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 I'm feelin' good I got the stupid girl in the neighborhood Pulled her by the hair and it was all because I had to show the girl what time it was Because I'm a gansta havin' fun Always got the knuckleheads on the run Hittin' like that, 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 boy wit' a serious attitude and 100% street Yeah, hahahaha