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