Caught the nigga on the street an' straight took his ass out
Because I'm a gansta havin' fun
The money that I make so I can add to my riches
It's '88 now, '73's obsolete
Well by now you should know it was just my luck
Then one punk got jealous, cold slapped my bitch
Got another point, I made a ten a fo'
Wit my super duper group comin' out to shoot
Fill my stash box an' start rubbin' my gat
He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last
Trey is on the beat, Yellow's on the cut
You may have a lot of bitches but I got much more
But the cooky, cooky crack took all those things
8 ball sippin', the bitches are flippin'
Now I'm a break it down just to tell a little story
I creeped on my bitch wit my Uzi machine
Hittin' my switches, collect from my bitches
Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the ho
About a sucker, a sucker muthafucka
So I put my shit in park an' had to try my luck
Rolled them muthafukas, ate 'em up, hit 11
Now back on the streets an' my records are clean
So listen up close, while we rip shit up
Hittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
Well, I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches galore
From around the way, born in '73
What the fuck is up in the place to be?
So I said to myself, “Homeboy, you better think fast”
A nigga wit a serious ass attitude an' 100% street
Yea, I went to jail, but that wasn't shit
All the things I did for her like keepin' her rich
I was knockin' muthafukas out
Comin' on the mic is Eazy muthafuckin' E
Get the fuck outta here, yo, Trey
He used to have a house car an' golden rings
An' if you all wanna hear some more
What's your name boy? Funky, fresh Eazy-E
Stop, man, whatcha gonna do now?
I looked him straight in the eye an' said, “What's up?”
Hittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
But you know that's an alibi for slangin' the rocks
Eazy duz it do it eazy, that's what I'm doin'
Called my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine
Never leave the pad without packin' a gun
A hardcore villian, cold roamin' the streets
If you heard Compton, you think I own a drugstore
He's addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton called a clucker
Straight out the box, from the gangsta category
Went to the house an' kicked down the door
Was takin' niggaz money an' was itchin' for mo'
A dice game started so I said, “What the fuck?”
Stick my head out the window an' I say, “What's up?”
Slow down, I hit a dippin', continue my trippin'
Eazy-E, muthafukas, cold knockin' the boots
An' said let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it
Rollin' through the hood, cold tearin' shit up
Wassup? Gimme a funky ass bassline
Because I'm a gansta havin' fun
An' wit a homie like Dre just supplyin' the beats
In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it
As you can see, I cold broke his ass
Where you from fool? Compton, yea
Now my only phone call was in the gankin' zone
An' if a sucker talks shit, I give him a
I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch
Hard to roll wit my bitch jockin' 24 7
Got to the station about a quarter of nine
Never leave the pad without packin' a gun
Kick, kick that shit
Hardcore B boy named Eazy-E
To the niggaz on the corner cold bumpin' the box
Hittin' hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
The bailiff of the station was a neighborhood cluck
Never leave the pad without packin' a gun
He shot, then I shot
Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it?
Gettin' stupid because I know how
Muthafuckin' Eazy duz it, but how does he do it?
'Cause I'm a hip hop thugster, I used to be a mugster
The bitch was a trip cold hung up the phone
Laughin' in their faces an' said you're all makin' me rich
Because I'm a gansta havin' fun
He must of been starvin' 'cause he broke in my house
Feelin' good as hell because my pockets are fat
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it
Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit
