24 hours to live...
24 hours to live...
Seven-thousand, four hundred, twenty three grains
of sand drop from the hourglass
It's how much time I got left on this planet
Some motherfucker's gotta die!
I'm an evil motherfucker ready to tear shit up
I'm gonna put these things on you, and never let up
See, my momma... she was wrong when I was born
That a nigga like E should'a never been born
Too late, big mistake in '72
It's '92, now the year of code blue
15 hours.11 minutes.30 seconds
I'm a motherfuckin' wreck
Gonna pay back niggas who did me wrong in the past
My days ain't long
I'm comin' strong and fast
Lock up 8 niggs.kill up 10 pigs
? and fuckas are? altered? by a 2
Now what else can I do?
Fuck, fuck, fuck and plant my seeds
Leavin' kids in this world like me
The lunatic psycho mutherfucka Eazy-E
Chorus (sang)
24 hours to live
But I don't wanna die
24 hours to live
Oh why, oh why?
Must die
Sky diving, scuba diving
To Evil Kinevil stunt car drivin'
Bungee cord jumpin' off a bridge
It's hard to breathe with a fractured rib
I can't take this shit
Let me see how much more time I got to spend
Hit more skins
Back up in her pussy
Up in the back
I gotta let off
A few more nuts
I'm starting to panic
I'm starting to sweat
'Cause I don't really wanna die yet
Dizzy spells, flashbacks in my head
Niggas ain't want me to bein' happy when I'm dead
But I ain't goin' out unless 30 niggas die
I'm dying anyway so I'm thinking suicide
Run into a crowd of niggas dyin' by the pistol
Took the motheruckin' whistle
Chorus
To sweep with the feet when he hit the concrete
Chop him up, dice him up and sacrifice his meat
Drag him by his ankles to the cemetary
(Screams)
Shut the fuck up nigga
'Cause you ain't seen shit
I'm 'bout to take this? and staight up grip
I'm holdin' the neck of the devil and drink his blood
Allowing my soul to be polluted by his evil root
And now I'm mad insane, red as? as I strain for my hearbeat
To thumpety-thump to pump, it might burst
False alarms, and no harm that will commit to the E
But now I'm down to an hour 23
Time is moving fast, but not that slow
I thought I had an hour, but it's seconds left the go
I ran into the office
No more time is left
I ran up to the doctor with a bomb to my (BOOM)
Chorus
Spoken:
As I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
As time winds down to it's last 24 hours
in an earth that weighs 60 trillion tons
Travelling 1, 037 1/3 mph, how do you define time?
What is a minute?
How important is an hour when 24 hours becomes a lifetime
Oooooh, so define how do we define time?
Now you choose
How will you spend your last 24 hours?
C'mon.talk to me
Like the big funky
Nick named Eazy-E
Yo 8-Ball Junkie
Bass drum kickin
To show my sh*t
Rappin holdin my d*ck
Boy I dont quit
Loud wild mutha f*cka
From around the way
I gotta sick shooter
Yo mean hombre
Wanderin through the hood
To find the boys
To kick dust and cuss
Crank up the noise
Police on my drawers
I had to pause
40 ounce in my lap
And it's freezin my balls
Hooked a right turn
Let the boys go past
And I say to myself
'They can kiss my a**'
Stopped at a light
Put the 8 at my lips
Put in the old tape
Marvin Gayes Greatest hits
Turn the beat up
Have the base cold rompin
Crusin through the East Side
South of Compton
See a big a**
And I said 'word'
I took a look at the face
And the bitch was to the curb
Hoes on me
for the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's F*cked up
An got the 8-Ball rollin'
[Chorus]
(I was)
Whose Kickin' a**?
(I was)
Raised in LA
(I was)
Crusin down the street in my 6-4
Ridin Los Loses
Lookin for Crenshaw
Turned down the sound
To diss yo law
Stopped at a light
And had a fit
Cause a Mexican almost
Wreaked my shit
Flipped his a** off
Got into the car
My bottle was empty
So I went to the store
Nigga on tilt
Cause I was drunk
Seen a sissy a** punk
Had to go in my trunk
Reached inside
Cause it's like that
Came back out
With a silver gat
Fired at the punk
And it was all because
I had to show the nigga
What time it was
Put up the Jam
It ends like a mirage
A sissy like that
Got out to dodge
Suckers on me
For the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's F*cked up
And got the 8-Ball rollin
[Chorus]
Old East 800
Yeah thats my brand
Take it in a bottle
40, Quart, or Can
Drink it like a mad man
Yes I do
F**K the police
And a 502
Stepped in the party
I was drunk as hell
Three b**ches already said
'Eric yo breath smells'
40 ounce in hand
Thats what I got
(Yo man you see Eazy hurlin in a parking lot)
Stepped on yo foot
Cold dissed yo hoe
Asked her to dance
And she said 'hell no'
Called her a b**ch
Cause thats the rule
Boyz in the hood
Tryin to keep me cool
Dammit homeboy
You wanna kick my but
I walk in you face
And we get them up
I start droppin the dogs
And watch you fold
Straight dumb fulla cum
Got knocked out cold
(Made you look sick
you snotty nosed prick
now yo fly b**ch
is all over his d**k)
Fool got dropped
For the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's f*cked up
And got the 8-Ball rollin
[Chorus]
Pass the brew M*tha F*ckas
While I trash it up
And yall listen up close to role call:
Eazy-E's in the place
I got money and juice
Rondevues with me
And we make the duce
Dre makes the beat
So g*d damn funky
Do the old 8
F*ck the Brass Monkey
Ice Cube writes the words
That I say
Hail to the niggaz
From CIA
Cazy beat is down
And in effect
We make hard core jams
So fuck respect
They can toast public parking
To the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's f*cked up
(Baby Cryin', Scary music, laughin' voice . )
Good evening, and welcome to Eazy's playhouse,
you stupid muthafuckaaaaaa!
(a low bass metal voice . )
Now that you got the album,
what the fuck are you gonna do with it,
BITCH BITCH Bitch bitch ...
Eazily I aproach, the microphone because I ain't no joke
Tell your momma to get off of my tip
I have no time to give her my dick
I'm gonna hold it
And walk around the stage and
If you fuck up I'm goin' to get my gage and
Unload the barrel and lough
Cuz I'm puttin' led in your mothafuckin' ass
Psychopathic, but the ho's are attracted
Because when I'm on hard my dick's at least a yard
In the days of old I was a nut
Now I need at least 3 ho's when I fuck
Cuz I do a check, nut 1 nut 2
Then I save my nut for when there's nothin' else to do
You're used to the crew, bitch
Cuz I would never quit
As soon as you think that's it I'm still talkin' shit
[CuT]
I told you that nigga was crazy
E boy, that's my boy, godamnit
[CuT]
I got a fable that you need to listen to
It's a funky little rhyme about a bitch or a two
One Sharone and the other one Shine
I want to nut but which one do I want?
Shine said Eazy let me fuck you blind
And Sharon said E I want to blow your mind
I said fuck it, I know what should be done
Just pull your panties down and I'll fuck the biggest one
And then I get the other pussy put it in the freezer
So I can always have a on-hold skeezer
Get out to tick it, I do it like that
So I told the ho's to take a big step back
Took the zipper down, I'z wide and said
Here's what I'm gonna put inside
Grab it like a rabbit, grab it let's wreck it
But I won't love you,
When I'm done I'd still be talkin' shit ...
[CuT]
That boy'z good
Yeah that boy's good
That mothafucka'z talkin' all kinds of shit
I used to get pussy like eazy here and every day
You're mothafuckin' lyin'
How you know I'm mothafuckin' lyin'?
You're lyin', your dick can't get hard .
Oh, suck my dick mothafucka
Nigga you lied
Who you're talkin' to.?
[CuT]
Dre: Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut that shit,
HEY YO YELLA BOY! LET'S REWIND IT!
[CuT]
Niggaz don't see I'm a 100% legit
And you know it ain't about all that bullshit
It's about fuckin' this bitch and that bitch
But not the bitch with the 7 day itch, like that ho'
Just throwin' me the pussy
She says she wants to do it like a doggy
She's bad, nobody is badder
But she got more crabs than a seafood platter
Bitch on the gang move, to skizz me
Just to say "I got fucked by Eazy"
So I slapped the ho' like a pimp
I might be a women-beater but I'm not a pussy-eater
So when the shit hits the fan it's outta my mouth
You don't like what I'm talkin' about
All of ya'll can just suck my dick
You can quote me now cuz I'm still talkin' shit .
[CuT]
The boy's good, I told you the boy's good
The nigga has talent
You don't know a damn thing
Yeah, I like that part, bring that shit back one more time, Maestro
I can do the bagaloo
That old shit did'nt play out in 1967 ...
[Hi, Claude again... You remember I told you about my cousin when
I was 15...Well, the year after that, I killed this kid, Louie...
bashed his head in with my Louieville slugger hahaha...
I got away with it... haha... but erm... I wanna apologize to
Louie... I'm sorry Louie... hahaha...]
(Bashed his head in with my Louieville slugger)
[x5]
I knew this muthaphukka named Louie
Every day the nigga talk shit but today he tried to do me
He rolled down my block with a pistol and a stare
a black khaki suit and dooky brades in his hair
The muthaphukka think I'm slippin
But I got my gat and a 40 and I'm sippin
Waitin for the fool to get out the car
The stupid muthaphukka thinks I'm a star
But I'm not, I'm the type that kick the niggaz ass
Fast! Eazy E's a nigga that'll blast
Hold up, wait, the nigga started to load his gat
I grabbed my bat and ran around the back yo
He's at my window, thinkin I'm playin Nintendo
But the stupid nigga don't know I'm behind him so
he dropped the gat like a stupid muthaphukka
So I bashed his head in with my Louieville slugger
[CHORUS:]
(Bashed his head in with my Louieville slugger)
[x4]
I knew this bitch named Wheaches
She often want me to fuck her happy ass on the beaches
But (? huh?) yo peaches be fuckin around with me
instead o' fuckin her man
She's butt-naked with my dick in her hand, yo
As soon as Wheaches started suckin, I saw this muthaphukkin
nigga behind the car, and he was duckin
So I told the bitch to hold on (Hold on)
You stupid bitch, put yo muthaphukkin clothes on
I wonder if this nigga's tryin a jack me
Coz I ain't got my gat with me
Shit, the nigga started runnin up fast
I thought he was gonna blast, so I hid behind her ass
She started howlin out "wait", I banked her in the face
But the punk nigga pulled out (? mace?)
He asked the stupid bitch did I mug her
So I bashed his head in with my Louieville slugger
[CHORUS]
I'm a muthaphukkin psycho and I don't give a fuck about'em
I kill the nigga and cut off his dick, so you know I got'em
coz [? huh?] ate his brain, left the nigga for dead
Now it's a gallon of blood, drippin from under his bed
(Oh, no! What happened to my lover?)
Bitch I bashed his head in with my Louieville slugger
Bitch tried to call the cops, fuck that
I gotta take the girl out with my muthaphukkin bat
Coz I ain't doin 10 in the pen
for a bitch and her dead-ass boyfriend
So... I gotta kill the ho
I'm reachin for my weapon slow
That's when I notice some nigga standin by the door
The little nigga sayin "don't kill my mother", so
I bashed his head in with my Louieville slugger
[CHORUS]
hahahahaha
Sorry Jimmy
hahahahaha
He's dead
hahahahaha
I'm sorry, Billy
[DJ:] This is radio K-EAZY-E. Hi, this is Greg Mac. Mac Attack
And we're gonna go to the phones right now and find out what's
goin' on. Hello, who is this?
[Guy1:] Yo, what's up? This is Lorenzo Patterson
[DJ:] Yo man, where you callin' from?
[Guy1:] I'm callin' from Compton and I wanna hear Eazy E's new record
[DJ:] What's it called man?
[Guy1:] Yo, it's called "Radio"
[DJ:] We got it, you called the right station. And here it is...
Eazy E rockin' non stop on the radio
with the funky fresh hip hop in stereo
Release some rhymes that you will find demandin'
with Dre's beats that are so outstandin'
I'm gettin' busy if you know what I mean
Always settin' me a mark in the hip hop scene
On the radio the greatest of all times
like Mohammed Ali cause I punch rhymes
So tune your station, and clear all the static
and tell the truth: you didn't know that I had it
in me, to be easy about the situation
So just kick it and listen to the station
playin' my music, it's hard to lose it
It's constantly on request cause you choose it
I'm Eazy E, my rap is strong
(and your radio's def when my record's on _ LL Cool J)
[chorus:]
(You wanna know why... because...)
I'm on the...
[Chuck D] Radio [echo]
[Dr.Dre:] Yeah, ruthless radio is in effect, Dr.Dre and Yella boy is in
system. And right about now we got Eazy E and MC Ren in the studio
takin'
calls. So give'em a call and ask'em how they're doin'
(ring)
Hello, this is Eazy E. What's your name?
[Girl1:] Hi, this is Joyce.
I'd like to know if I can have your phone number?
Yes, it's 9-7-6...
(click)
Now I wanna turn up my box, and make much noise
and rock the party and shock all the B-boys
Take on my radio from phono to tuner
I wouldn't have did it, later but sooner
Now I move my antenna to the center
then grab a hold of the handle and (?)
then bust a rhyme, you know I won't quit it
Am I lyin', Ren? ([MC Ren:] Man, you know you're witty)
Your request is clear, that you're givin'
Without Eazy E you wouldn't be livin'
with me on a top 10, or a mix show
So hit your power button, and let's go
on vacation, with your station
that's playin' live in every location
Blowin' out ya speaker
it won't get weaker
I'll keep rockin' till I hit the peek
And your station is dope E-A-Z-Y
It's on the air, but you axe why
I took out the cursin', and took rehearsin'
I feel dry, you know that I'm thirstin'
to get busy; I don't quit it
and once you hear my cut, I know you're gonna get it
Then bust a rhyme, while you're clappin' your hands
It's Eazy E on the air [rockin' without a band]
[chorus]
[DJ:] You're on the radio, on K-EAZY-E, with Greg Mac. Don't forget to
join us this friday night live, we'll be jammin' it uptown with my
homeboys Eazy E, of course, N.W.A. and the whole Compton posse.
Can't make it out but, hey, stay eazy, and stay it on K-EAZY-E...
with more... radio
Now disc jockeys are playin' me in rotation
hittin' number one spots across the nation
I'm on the charts, you can go list'em
but now listen, I'm on your system
AM or FM, I'm in power
You hear my music once every hour
So listen up to the rhyme and percussion
but do this with no discussion
Eazy's easin' fans I'm pleasin'
Why, I'm on top yo, I got reason
With no profanity, but what can I say
Yo Dre [Dr.Dre: What up?] Do it your way
On the radio you get more looser
Take my word you're a dope producer
We combine to put out hits
but jealous people, they just have fits
cause we get airplay, but we're not thru
Dre, am I serious? [Dr.Dre: Cold word] Well thank you!
People that hear me, they know what I'm sayin'
On the air, I don't be playin'
Just gettin' my point across to the public
Rhymin' on the radio, that's my subject
I can play [rock], but I prefer (hip hop)
It's Eazy E on your radio non stop!
[chorus]
[MC Ren:] Yo, this is MC Ren, can you comprehend? We're for bite just
like TNT. Yo, what's the time?
[Girl2:] Hi, my name is Tushie and I'd like to know when I get
paid, motha...
[plop]
[Dr.Dre:] You got ganked...
Hello, you're on the air. What's up?
[Girls:] Hello, we'd like to speak to that cuty pie DJ speed
[DJ Speed:] Yo, this is DJ speed. What's up?
[Girls:] The joke's on you, Jack! Hahaha!
[Dr.Dre:] Hello, you're on the air
[Guy3:] Hey, what's up? This is Nasty Naz callin' from Seattle
[Dr.Dre:] Hey, what's happenin', homeboy?
[Guy3:] I'm callin' to be on Eazy E's new record, "Radio"
[Chorus x4]
YEAH!
Black niggaaaaaaaaaa
YEAH!
Killa killa killa killa
Black nigga killa hate brought death
Around the block as I holler points bust though the punks back
Raising gang, feel no pain, as I penetrate
Niggas fly deep as I strike a quick pace
I got the evil of a dead nigga trapped in my mind
So my soul is a threat to my mankind
Born to kill I'm wicked by nature
Cause the streets of my neighborhood breath young hell razors
I'm 30 odd 6 with the skill
I make a skinhead brain bust all across the West Coast
Motherfuckers catchin heat
As I bring anger
And release more danger from my chamber
The evil in my blood is possessed
So I creep low from the back slow and puts led in that nigga's flesh
Ain't no hope, every nigga wants to be the nine milla on the trigga
The black nigga killa
[Chorus x4]
Deep from the death as I crept
I can feel his glock in the back of my neck
Straight off tha streets of muthafuckin Compton
It`s the downest nigga I know
Eazy muthafuckin me
Bout to kick your ass in Ninety-Three
I creep and I crawl and I creep and I crawl
And I creep and I crawl
creep creep
I said I creep and I crawl and I creep and I crawl
And I creep and I crawl
creep creep
I got my niggas from Gravestreet WATTS
I got my niggas from the CPT
I got my niggas all across the motherfuckin land
Thats down with the E-A-Z-Y E
Now, early in the mornin I awake
Thinkin about these dead fool`s life that I had to take
Frontin on a true name I peep game at point blank range
FUCK `EM
(muthafuckin right ya`ll)
Back to the set as I jet
Not givin a fuck about the nigga that I went
Thats what he gotta shout for actin like a trick
Now he`s 6 feet and I`m deep in his bitch
Creepin creepin creepin on the marks that be sleepin
Catch you slippin slap the clip in buck `em every weekend
A scandalous lil` nigga with the heart to feel remorse
Dick the niggas corps leave it on his momma`s porch
Don`t give a fuck about shit that`s why I mellow
Or maybe it`s the fact that I`m kin to the devil
A psychopathic nigga thats always quick to fill a
Nigga for a?? cause I`m a muthafuckin killer
Thriller from Manilla though I`m shown as the average
Try to test your luck and get bucked by a muthafuckin savage
I creep and I crawl and I creep and I crawl
And I creep and I crawl
creep creep
I said I creep and I crawl and I creep and I crawl
And I creep and I crawl
creep creep
I got my niggas from Gravestreet WATTS
I got my niggas from the CPT
I got my niggas all across the muthafuckin land
Thats down with the E-A-Z-Y E
Now, later on that night as I`m rollin
Lookin for a nigga I can Gat and pack a hole in
Stoppin at a light on the latenight
Fire up a Phillie Blunt to get my head right
See some niggas slippin at a burger stand
And in my mind all I`m thinkin is a murder plan
Creepin through the drive through kinda slow
I got my hot beams on the back of the .4
Yo, smokin on chronic with the rag down
Not knowin I`m about to lay their ass down
Reach for them fools make my move
Leaned out my jeep and I creep kinda smooth
With the Gat to the nigga`s dome now he`s sleeps
One shot to the top body flopped on the seat
Peep, I dumped on the lil` skinny passenger
A bitch is screamin in a rage so I blasted her
Smashed and I got about 5 blocks
Before I got stopped by punk ass cops
(shit, fuck `em)
FUCK YOU
MUTHAFUCKA
[Dr. Dre:] "I still express yo I don't smoke weed or sess"
BITCH!
Ah, greetings eartlings, and welcome to the motherfuckin'
wonderful, wonderful, motherfuckin world
of gettin higher than a motherfucker
Ohh me? I'm funk on your mind
alias to you motherfucker's roach clip
And this here's my Kimosabe dumpin shit on yo ass
and my nigga goes by the name of BG Ashtray
and we 365, that means we fucked up all the way around
And our motto is.
(Gettin higher than a motherfucker, down to tha last roach)
Creepn through this cloud of smoke
with a little bit of funk to make ya choke in
Gangstas come feel good inside
as we take you for a ride to another dimension
Deep from a 4-0 O-Z
Two crooked ass niggaz on a cosmic journey
Straight from the planet G
where the real niggaz dwell in the realms of Ruthless
Took a puff of the indo spliff
High like a bird as I creep to the bud spot
Break me off a proper piece so I can get fucked
with my nigga roachclip, BG Ashtray, dump that ash tray
Ruthless family, high as can be
Smoke that? psychadelically insane
and gettin higher than a motherfucker
(Gettin higher than a motherfucker, down to tha last roach)
As I step through the smoke
Deep from a land broke niggaz dont come to
Straight to Indonesia
Chronic fever step off punk we dont need ya
Blaze a blunt to the boogie
and come take a ride on a journey with a real G
life is easily explained on the level
of smokin bud with the motherfuckin Devil in my imagination
Sup with these thoughts what a fly creation
Indo smoke from the land of G'z
Letting them know they can't handle these
Niggaz, straight from the planet Dime
I have come to put funk on your mind
Eazy-E better known as Mr. Roach Clip
so pass the bud cuz we still gettin higher than a motherfucker
(Gettin higher than a motherfucker, down to tha last roach)
Now I'm real fucked up yes high as hell
Ring ding ding do I hear some bells
or am I just trippin
thinkin about that 4 that I'm dippin
Front, back, side to side
on corners that's how a nigga gotta ride
Dip to the, dip to the back
Bumpin' Eazy-E on 8 track
So blaze up a another skunky, funky, dookie, doobie,
so we can get loogied
Up some more, up, up it go
What's my name "Eazy-E" yo
The motherfuckin bud smokin' loc'n
when I'm high as a kite causing ruckus yeah!
gettin higher than a motherfucker
(Gettin higher than a motherfucker, down to tha last roach)
(Below is asked to E while music is still playing)
[Q:] Substance
[E:] Mar-a-Mutha-Fuckn-Wana
[Q:] Common slang names
[E:] Pot, grass, dope, weed, homegrown, sinsemilla,
Maui-wowie, thai sticks, joints, roaches, indica,
concentrated rezi called hash or hashish;
but some niggaz call it bud
[Q:] Active Ingrediant
[E:] Tetra Hydro Cannabinol... THC
[Q:] Source
[E:] Cannabis Sativa
[Q:] Form a callogic classification
[E:] CNS Depressive Hallucigent
[Q:] Medical Use
[E:] Experimental only, oh yeah we still testing...
and don't forget we still gettin higher than a motherfucker
[Yella]
Yo this is Yella
as we wine down to the final song
I wanted to make this one to remember my lil nigga E
I know he wanted this track on his record
though he was takin' from us to god damn soon
so I finished for him peace nigga...
[Eazy-E]
We did a song fuck da police you know
and everybody been hearing fuck sayin'
fuck da police for years and years and years
and finally it took a muthaphukka to video tape
a nigga gettin' the shit beat out of him
for everybody else to say fuck da police
and we did fuck da police people put us down
and sayed we were ahead of our time you know it
took the video you know ya shot by accident
to tell the truth and open the worlds eyes
yes we do have a serious problem in L.A.
and other citys true retaliate happens all the time
people tryin' to change things for years but I don't
think anything is gonna help the problem is to deep
N.W.A. is just being brutally honest.
City of Compton (x2)
City of, City of Compton baby baby
[Eazy-E]
They swearin' on cable T.V. it ain't teachin'
nobody nothin' new cause little kids grow up
you know one, two years old hearin' there mother
sayin' fuck this, you little son of bitch I beat
the shit out of you and all this shit and you know
they pick up from all the shit and you know so they
learn shit you know it's not gonna be teachin'
muthaphukkaz nothin' new cause I got some new words
for your ass.
[Eazy-E]
We don't tell you to go out and gang bang
we tell you ya know and our songs is as you
know if you could go out stealin' and killin'
and beatin' up people all day but that person
ends up dead or in jail sometimes he gets away
you know and we don't have no rags no red no blue
rags and tellin' we gonna go out and creep or go
out and do that other thing or whateva it is
you know we aint tell you to be joinin' no gang
or whateva else.
Rollin Down (x3)
[Yella]
Eazy-Muthaphukkin-E
The Hip-Hop Thugsta
from the C-P-T
Compton Style
Real Niggaz
Nigga For Life
We don't Die.(x3)
I'd like to send all my love out to his kids
and my God Son Derik, Little D
to all his family
to his wife and everybody who loved him
and the people that didn't love 'em
yo E tell these niggaz whats up
"I say Fuck 'Em"
hehehehaha
I tried thats right fuck these Muthaphukkaz
to all the real niggaz out there
we still in this muthaphukka
beware...96 Style...96 Style
Yeah Big Man we out.
[Eazy-E]
As I was sayin' before
see you around buddy boy
I'm feelin' to fuck all
goodbye
hahahahahaahahahmmmmhehehemhmhhmhheeheheheheeh
"I am the ressurection and the life. He who believes in me, though he
dies, yet shall relive, and whoever lives and believes in me shall never
die...(shutup, bitch). Fear not them which kill the body, rather fear Him
which is able to destroy both body and soul in Hell. Get thee behind me
Satan and push me along."
"All this power I will give thee, if thou therefore wilt worship me.
All shall be thine..."
"Come with me bitch as we go through the door, backwards. Heaven in art
which Father our, Our Father which art in Heaven...(hey muthaphukka!)
[Eazy-E]
Big titie shitty bang bang sittin' on a dick
tryin' to play a pimp by the fifteen clicks
hoes play with me weekly
so I'm down wit hoe play with my pee pee
Eazy muthaphukkin' access
saggy baggy ass pants for a happy ass bitch
ho ho ho to the ho and the cloe
ski to the E or a piss in the snow
I take a hoe from the show to the mo' to the flow
to the inches where mo' now the hoe is gotta go
pussy just as hairy as a panda, pink and peppy panther
panty expander, tricks lick long while I lap long hard and fast
while I'm dippin' hunnies ass, throwin' harder with Barbara
seein' sexy with Betsy, gettin' ready for Betty,
I hit the hooker heavy
[Chorus]
I hit the hooker heavy
Ready to... [x4]
[Eazy-E]
Use a finger to when them real niggas comes to spread'em
hittin' other peoples bitches so I'm comin' to ya weddin'
head and the bill in the dark I begin with my dick
so you can say I have a head start
comin' from the south of the border, cause I'm shorter
than ya thought I was wife, whore, daughter in the order
fuck all that one man one bitch shit
one condom, one dick, switch
to another after gun with a rubber
you can lick me like a lover wipe your mouth on the cover
I never dilly dally pimpin' Susan and Sally
now you can find the couchie from Miami to Cali
throwin' harder with Barbara
seein' sexy with Betsy, gettin' ready for Betty,
I hit the hooker heavy
[Chorus]
I hit the hooker heavy
Ready to... [x4]
[Eazy-E]
Bitches comin' with it for doublemint
lookin' for ya homies
cause the hoes know me like they owe me
I got a strip I hit when I'm lonely
hit a bitch wit a whip and she run like Toby
so never count on me fool when in the true skool
wit truce sluts lookin' for a crew screw
I flip and I flow when they go kinda low
hoe better have my dough so suck silly
hookers could stay or ya don't touch nuts
really hook a good day
adios disapear like a smoke your rejected
by a dick thats erect bitch
sometimes I think I'm losin' it a lunatic
with a lot of automatic shit with clips
it ain't no thang to me it's the same ole slang
to me I roll with a long size gang with me
throwin' harder with Barbara
seein' sexy with Betsy, gettin' ready for Betty,
I hit the hooker heavy
[Chorus]
I hit the hooker heavy
... (Eazy) ... (E)
... (Eazy) ... (E)
(padapapow) (Eazy) (padapapow) (E)
(padapapow) (Eazy) (padapapow) (E) (keeps on repeating)
[Verse One:]
It's that man comin up from that land of tha C-P-T
("What's my motherfuckin name?" - Snoop) Eazy-E
Comin thru with a big lick for '94
Showin alla y'all them true-ass gangsta flows
So bow-wow bow-wow the big dog's in town
and them guts is the only thing a nigga pound
Laid back as I blow a fat sack
Hittin switches for them bitches, hittin corners in a Cadillac
So take a ride on tha ruthless side
with the E to the A-Z-Y
That nigga makin more off yo hits than you do
you fools, need to recognize this crew when I roll through
Tryin to speak up on tha OG, nigga you don't know me
Break em off these nuts lil wanna-be
Cause I peel caps if need be
And ain't nothin you gonna bring don't see me
Just tah let U know...
[Chorus: x2]
One more time for the rhyme again
Comin from the C-O-M-P-T-O-N
Just tah let U know
Just tah let U know
[Verse Two:]
It's the E comin up from the gank
so nigga let me ride all the way to the bank
Coz ain't nuthin on my mind but the gips
Gotta have a grip, run a nigga dip
Back to the pass on the Compton streetz
Where the niggaz get beat when us gangstas meet
And fools gettin mad coz they can't ride like I ride
Front n back, dippin side to side
And it's been like that since I was a BG
"It's the E," that's what they scream when they see me
Mama said every day is like this
Fools screamin that I put em in a twist
Thought you had it bad, isn't really all good
If the homies only knew in the hood
That you was gettin done like a two dollar hoe
It's just a lil something from the E tah let U know...
[Chorus]
[Verse Three:]
It's still the C-P-T, nuthin more, nuthin less
On a quest to put that bomb in my chest
Coz them busta-ass niggaz can't see what I'm sayin
They think the E be playin (What?)
But I ain't givin up nuthin but this glock in yo mouth
So recognize that and get yo punk ass knocked out
So if you wanna ride nigga jump on in
Sip a cup o' gin. Ain't no friends when it come to ends
So no hard feelings when you niggaz be dealin
with the original Compton criminal
Coz the only thing poppin is a snaps
and ain't no fun when a nigga be tap perhaps
but a nigga like the E ain't trippin though
I'm just here tah let U niggaz know...
[CHORUS]
[Insert:]
You have your own freedom of choice
So you do what the fuck you feel like doin
[Uncle Dolamite]
Come on over hunnie
And give your uncle Dolamite a kiss
[kissing sounds]
Well what you want baby?
[Baby]
Would you tell me a story?
[Uncle Dolamite]
You want me to tell you a story?
[Baby]
Hell yeah!
[Other Baby]
Me too!
[Uncle Dolamite]
Yes Hunnie I'm a tell you a story
About the bad ass Eazy-E
He was drinkin' whisky and gin at the age of three
Listen and listen well
He's a bad Muthafu-
[Mother]
Gimmie that god damn book!
Here let me read you this one
Chrismas in Compton
It was a silent night, yes a holy night
Until Mr. Claus turned into Santa muthafuckin' right?
[Carolers]
Deck the halls with balls of holy
Fa la la la la la la la la
Tis the season to be jolly...
[Eazy-E]
Merry Chrismas muthafucka!
[Gun Shots]
Merry muthafuckin' Chrismas and a ho ho ho!
While I'm ridin' that cot under the missle toe
Now dashin' through the snow
In a candy right top 6-4
Over the hills I go
Laughin' at this hoe
Nuts on rich and rings
Makin' me feel right
Oh what fun it is to know
That I'm gonna get this pussy tonight
So ring them bells, ring them bells
Shes takin' it all the way
Oh what fun it is to watch her suck my dick this way
Hey ring them bells, ring them bells
Shes takin' it all the way
Oh what fun it is to nut, while she's suckin' my dick
Oh yay!
Tis the season to get busy
Compton crime lick
And I'm smokin' on this stick.
[Santa]
Ho ho ho come sit on my face
I'm mean lap and tell me what you want for Chrismas
Ho ho.
[Menajahtwa]
I want a slay ride
A cd player
A fifty rum
? and I'm gonna cum
A VCR? some porno flicks
Rudolph the red nose reindeer
? like a everlastin' gobstoper
? poppa
I dig a ho
Crack a dough
By the nuts oh
? fuckin' in tha snow
I made him drop to his knees
Yeah you know whats up
I said heres some candy canes eat'em up
? bonapatite with a condom in a tree.
All I want for Chrismas is my two front teeth
My two front teeth, my two front teeth
All I want for Chrismas is my two front teeth
Yo wheres ya rhyme tell me buck wheat.
[Buck wheat]
Buck wheat is a waskal
Thats no Chrismas
And all the toys, boys and girls
Fuck ya wishes
I got happy over joy in this muthafucka
No indo under my tree so Santa be a sucka
? when I was young I was the only kid
Who had enough guts to be
Good ole hearin' on the East
I'd stay awake just to let america know
That Santa was a fake
I used to believe in Saint Dick when Elvis was alive
But all the fuckin' bullshit got played when I was five
Years oh just stay young, bold datin'
Singin' Silent Night Carolin' Recietin'
Now all I want for Chrismas is my indo wreath
I got my two front teeth
Uncle Eazy be the?
Just spread me a leaf
Little kids don't cry
When you find out the Santa Claus is just a fuckin' lye.
[Eazy-E]
On the third day of Chrismas my homeboys gave to me
Three pounds of indo
Two birds of cocaine
And a A muthafuckin' K bitch.
Eazy-E oh Eazy-E
Show us how you treat those bitches
I saw mommy fuckin' Eazy-E.
[Eazy-E]
Close the door little bitch
I'm gettin' these draws.
I'm a tell my daddy if ya ass don't stop.
[Eazy-E]
I don't give a fuck
I'm gettin' chrismas caught
Ho ho ho and away I go.
Oh Saint Nick got a dick like a ho
Well wheres this?
[Eazy-E]
Shut the fuck up bitches
And go back to sleep.
Yo black what you want for Christmas?
Yo black I want a job
? corn on the cob
But a nigga will eat them chicken, and
Chitlens, watermelon, corn bread and some food
Whos climbin' in my window
Smokin' up indo
My carin' and high make a high know
[A lot of mumblin']
Yo black what you want for Christmas?
Yo black I want some cash
So I can buy some indo, some chronic and some hash.
A rump pa pump pump
A rump pa pump pump
[Every One]
Merry Muthafuckin' Chrismas
Merry Muthafuckin' Chrismas
Merry Muthafuckin' Chrismas
And have a fucked up new year [x4]
[Eazy-E]
You Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch!
[Mother]
And they all went to prison
And lived fucked up lives ever after
hahahah 5150, hahahahah tha home for tha sick hahahahah
But I got something I want everybody to know
hahahahahahahaha
Hey buddy boy, hey buddy (pisp)(pisp) buddy boy, hey,
You know who you are mutha fucker.hahahahah
You thought I couldnt do it with out ya right, hahahahahah
You stupid mutha fucka, but anyway, buddy, Im Baaaaaaack
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahahahahahaa
One and in comes the two to the muthaphukkin three then comes the Eazy
to the other fuckin E playin niggaz life like a puppet and can't dance but
could touch it so fuck it rappers want to dis I'm glad to see `em cause I
rip your fuckin face outta a magazine O.G. gangsta lean now after I shit
your face wipes that ass clean now time to get tipsy and don't want a bitch
if she can't rub the balls like a gypsy. Who's all in? Since you put yourself
on my dick I put my nutz on ya chin...
Muthaphukk whatcha heard I'm more than that a real nigga from the hood
and I'm all that thick as a hicky a picky nigga fittin dickies with bitches
strictly dick-ly many sets I rolled on and killed squeals that told on my
homies they sold on don't ask Eazy shit it's still a hit iz a hit and a bitch
iz a bitch hangin on my nutz like a hair strand hangin there with n'ear heart
and n'ear plan ass out like a asshole runnin to my dick with a rhyme and
a lasso again and again from beginning to end it's your nutz on my
chin...
You couldn't beat a minute of my ass if I gave you sixty seconds tick
tock shit starts I start a steppin E to the muthaphukkin A to the muthaphukkin
Z here's the Y here's the E here to stay after you when I'm through check
me and Rodney King Fuck Tha Police part 2 now back to my friends nutz to
ya nose to ya lips to ya chin real niggaz love us hussies never fuck us the
roughest ruckas fingers couldn't touch us Eazy E's back again fuck waitin'
for a payday get an A.K. everyday is a blast yeah blast a nigga fast knock
his ass get all the cash Who's all in? Since you put yourself on my dick
I put my nutz on ya chin...
"N.W.A. Niggaz With Attitudes, we're underground reporters we tell about,
you know, the streets and everything that goes on, you know, around in Compton,
our area, what's going around around us, we don't know what the fuck's going
around around by YOU, but frankly we don't give a fuck, you know. Most kids
in Compton don't give a fuck who the mayor or the president is you know they're
not even interested in votin'. And the police, you know what I'm sayin?
Yeah, you know how it is
Born ** now you payin
Praising the devils hands
Oh you dont know, grimm reaper is a gangsta
And the daddy wont you, why the fuck you gone run ha?
(laugh)
Now we kickin back, getting blasted
reminiscin how she looked in the cash (x3)
Damn, my other bitch dead
Its insane that she is gone took to the head
Got cought in the mix
Its sad, Im gonna miss this bitch
She was al this
She was al that
Point black, baby was all fat
Now we lay
Put down to sleep
Made my nigga rest in peace
Now we kickin back, getting blasted
**** how she looked in the cash
Pay my respect and didnt shed a tear
Eazy muthafucking E CPT and I am out for
Its like *** stories in a ** world
Ima sad story but a gangster girl
From the plane to the train
Fall of from a groupie, a town bitch
Put a key up in her koochie
And she only fucking with ballers
Living the live
So fine but never tought she be smoking the pipe
And when the boyfriend is away she doing her damn thing
Coming up show this is some cocaine
But It aint a shame anyway
So you know, we yo, getting guns
Put on a nigga cuz if for a ho
Yeah the bitch gots to go
Step to the house, looked to the shower
Bitch looking like a ***
Make sure the ghost was clear
Cock the gat, shit is servin
Went to the door ****
Thats the way love goes when you fucking with
scandalous hos
Semi-automatic my folks peep the scenario
*** Ooh you shoulda seena
Face like a dog
Body like a ballerina
Caught a case in the city of pasedane
felling me but ***
*** ass and make beer
Body fly jewels And fancy wear
Paying with pigs, Killers and dopefiends
*** Crack And wont ever get clean
Every night she with a different trick
Yall back allays dark and Lickin on dick
Oh shit what a wasted bitch
Callin corner quick
A dead body in a ditch
Is she high? Ooh I hope not
I just seen her last week at the dopespot
**********
Tiny was dead, What a tragedy
**** somebody pray for me
But she got mad and high at the age of 3
Thats the way life goes in these scandalous streets
So ima hardcore lyrics with these gansta beats
So choose you, life or death
Longs with breath
Or no air in your fucking chest
Eitherway, wheter you decide to ***
Or decide to stay
That muthafucka dead
Always, I said always collect jacks made of flesh
Yeah, yeah
19 muthaphukkin 93,
and I'm back in this bitch,
Eazy- muthaphukkin- E, the hip hop thugster...
Shouts go out to these fake as notorius,
ha ha ha, muthaphukkin wanna bees...
I like to say what's up to my bitch Dre, ha ha,
what's up honey...
Hold on 'cause E makes some moe money, baby.
And to that skinny as, punk muthaphukkin main G az Dre,
Snoop doggy, doggy dogg, what's up nigga, dogg catcha's
about to get ya...
Muthaphukkin mutt...
And if y'all niggaz don't know what's up,
y'all better act somebody, y'all better act somebody,
(feat. Roc Slanga)
[Eazy-E]
1, 2, 3, and to the 4
Eazy muthafuckin' E
With the chrome to your dome
Cruisin' in my '64 rag top
I got a lot of juice
A lot of fuckin' block
Now when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
Keep the gat in my lap
Cuz I'm fully strapped
For the car jackers
Fuck no hapsters
I pack a Tech-9
Plus a AK-47
Send a one way ticket to my hell
Or maybe heaven, peep
Nigga I don't sleep
Burry muthafuckas in the concrete
You try creep kinda slow in a Astro
But I peep you niggas out in my left window
So I blast and I blast til I blast no mo
Yo, they call a muthafucka John Doe
[Chorus x4]
Cuz when I hit that switch I'm bouncin'
More bounce to the ounce
And I'm clownin'
[Roc Slanga]
Be a witness to murda
Niggas bustin' out of a '64 Chevy
Straight callin' my city
Niggas be winnin' and gettin' busy
Wit a tizy
Through my city
Chalk lines hang
Niggas bang
Chevy's swang like it ain't no thang
The gangs bang
So nigga tuck your chain
And try to buck this thang
End up gettin' one stuck in you brain
To refrain from this game of stressin'
Smokin' on water
And fin to bang your daughter
All up in the Best Western
She like the way that my '64 hop
Drop the top
Grab a rock
Now she's givin' me top
Non stop on the R-O-C
Like the made me screen
So I two-wayed my nigga Eazy-E
[Chorus x4]
[Eazy-E]
Old nigga E still cruisin'
Punk stay up on the nuts and the bone
Pussy nigga had beef knocked out of his teeth
The muthafucka should have stayed his ass home
Hey yo peep them bitchez in the Honda
4 deep with the proper ass sounds
Now every time that I meet a fine cute bitch
She got a friend from the fuckin' Dog Pound
Hey yo bitch
Here's the seven digits
Call me if you can
Only if you want it
Let a nigga know
Can I dig like a minor, 49er
Diggin' for gold from behind her
Watch this nigga do some diggin'
Pop that pussy on a platter
Watch this nigga do some diggin'
It's so tight it doesn't matter
[Chorus x4]
[Hook]
Hit them swithez [hit them swithez]
Hit them swithez [come on nigga]
Hit the swithez [make that shit bounce man]
Make it bounce [make it bounce homie]
Hit them swithez [man come on homie]
Hit them swithez [make that shit bounce homie]
Hit the swithez [three wheel motion]
Make it bounce [say what]
[Chorus x8]
[Roc Slanga]
That's right nigga
We back
That real gangsta shit
From one of the realest niggas in this game
You know his name nigga
[Eazy-E]
Now everythings good in my hood
and its on and poppin' Eazy-Muthaphukkin-E
From East Side South Compton
str8 givin' up the real
on how a nigga feel talk that shit
muthaphukkaz caps get peeled
layin' low in the cut
gettin higher than a muthaphuka niggaz knows whats up
I'm that gangsta, gangsta is that what there still
yellin'
nigga G to a T saggin' and bailin'
live by the gun you know what I'm sayin' Ren
"Yea"
so I guess I'll die by that muthaphukka then
so when I die niggaz bury me
make sure my shit reads Eazy-Muthaphukkin-E
and it's a fact to be exact my tombstone should read:
He Put Compton On That Map
and thats how a nigga feel
when I'm givin' up Tha Muthaphukkin Real
[Chorus]
[B.G. Knocc Out]
They say real niggaz was dead but this nigga be alive
[MC Ren]
Eazy muthaphukkin E, muthaphukkin god father of gangsta
gangsta
[B.G. Knocc Out]
They say real niggaz was dead but this nigga be alive
[Eazy-E]
Yes Im too smart to get dicked...or so the case may be
that's how the ho felt when she found at that she
couldnt play me
I know the game and I know it rather swell too
Rubbin up on my dick and givin me hints that your
interested
thinking first you'll kiss my lips and rub my hips,
then he'll take a sip
of hennesey hit the buddha, pass out and i'll take his
shit
HELL NAW monkey mouth trick, ya stupid ho
you must be a fool if you thinking that i dunno
But nah you broke ass hoes wanna come up, shaking that
money maker
but i break her cuz the bitch is a faker
Or maybe she just dont know the formula
of how to get rich quick
without making happy dicks
That's all the bitch know is...
how to be a mega ho
i guess that just goes to show
that's she too ignorant to know
that i wont be played...or gay or dapper, but I aint
perfect
I whip the dick out now and then and let em slurp it
but im careful, bein aware of the bitches
thats torchin niggas on purpose cuz they think they
deserve it
yea thats some cold shit, my experience oughta learn ya
that if a nigga aint tryina smoke you a bitch tryina
burn ya
So trust no
*Chorus*
Trust no... bitch (?funky cut? bitches)
Trust no... bitch (?funky cut? ho)
(AMG)
I refuse to lose so I chose few and trust none
To my women I love, but to you bitches I aint the one
When i tell you to trust no bitch, It might not occur
to you
females aint the only bitches that Im refering to
See you can help a bitch
let alone treat swell a bitch
cuz the bitch sold out...gon sell out...or the bitch
gon snitch
Bitches wanna be and gonna always be around
Watchin what ya doin tryina use ya and keep ya down
bore ya with a story ya got ya own
Imma strengthn your conviction to give that dog a bone
And move on...for the motherfucker fakin you... fuck
and make you take their punk bitch ass to the bank foo
see bitches get paid. these bitches got charms
I see em at the mall, on tv and on my homies arms
Just some of homies got bitches but we breaking bitches
so i come like dis bitch "act like you know me
*Chorus*
Eazy E the muthafuckin manipulator when it comes to
pussy, hoes
just watch how my dick grows
but since all hoes fall in the bitch category,
trustin no hooker ass bitch is mandatory
how much do you want? bitch how much can you take
Cuz a nigga like the E you cant break
Put ya skinny little ass in my face and I'll slap it
Whip out my dick and let you lick before i tap it
My left hands on your ass my right hands on your head
cuz bitches get the nut.... and niggas get the lead
suckin my dick lickin my balls you know you are the
master
suckin my toes lickin my ass you make me come faster
But it just dont stop
suckin everybodies dick...cuz its good to the last drop
but that shit dont faze me
I trust no car wrecking ho's this ones for you tracy
*Chorus*
Bitches aint nuffin but a hole in a 9 deuce
I'd rather make a mil while sippin a cold brew
Bitches aint shit...word to the digi-digi-dick
Eazy E PPC AMG and Quik
Bitch I aint babyface so save ya whip appeal
I neva go on dates with broke bitches, cuz free meals
are suppose to pay the way to lucrative panty deals?
Bitch please, you betta hit ya knees
and you can even touch ya toes
cuz im still playin yall punk hoes like dominios
and if you suck the dick right and the pussy tight
I might not beat you down til the 2nd nite
Once a dog always a dog, trick
ya little trick tramp slut with a big butt
cuz you aint shit bitch
I'd rather fuck ya then love ya
cuz bitch I neva trust ya
*chorus*
HELLL MUTHAFUCKIN YEA
This is one for all those trifilin ass, no good, riff
raff, crab scratchin, one a month bleedin, no douching,
disgusting bitches.You know you gettin this from DJ
Quik, mah nigga easy muthafuckin e, AMG is definetly in
the house, and the PPC is sending this to you
that bitch cindy is a muthafuckin funky cut ho
and mesha is a no good
that bitch fatal is a no good funky cut ho
robin is a trifilin ass funky cut ho
dana is a funky funky cut ho
novita is a trifilin ass funky cut ho
marcy's is a disgusting funky cut ho
karen is a funky funky ass funky cut ho
Easy said tracy is a no good funky cut ho
Deuce said april is a funky cut
and like I said before
AAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLL BIITCCCCCCHHHHHHESSSSSSS
(feat. Loco S.A.B, Phalos Mode)
[Eazy-E]
Here's the latest
from the king of badness
I got the shit that makes niggaz wanna flip
G'd up all better wit beanies
Sweatin all the bitches to blow are weanies
Niggaz all getting drunk, and smoking a bum bud
Oh wait here's a punk, pump the trunk
Cuz it's a gang of jackers in the front smoking
all the hump, some shit was said about blue and red
but I'm colour blind and I gotta nine
threw up the sign I cock the 9, I cock the 9.
[Loco S.A.B]
Well nigga pop the 9and let it holla
Test drive wit a neighbourhood's scholar
Black Impaler, blue chucks on gettin outta
Sucks on hip hop thugsta get the fuck on
Niggaz looking shifty, do they wanna diss me, lick me
Show me love or peel my cap quickly
My six sense won't let me slip don't puff wit the draggin em
I'm still toe taggin em, hit the spot wit a don still baggin em
It's the low call, S.A.B on the vocal, blast my way out eazy pay
The way, all you bitch niggaz stay out
[Hook x2]
I cock the 9, I cock the 9, I cock the 9 (and everything is fine)
I cock the 9, I cock the 9, I cock the 9 (my homey pop the 9)
I cock the 9, I cock the 9, I cock the 9 (*gun shot*)
I cock the 9, I cock the 9, I cock the 9 (my homey pop the 9)
[Phalos Mode]
It's like dice game, dice game niggaz get they roll'on
Everything's all good till niggaz getting sold on
Here we all get together and shoot, fuck
I grab my gun then I picked up my loot
But I didn't lose shit so it's all good
Leavin pumpin Eazy-E "Boyz n the Hood"
Cuz I'm a gangsta so I can relate, most of these
Niggaz is fake and tryin to hate
I put a buster in his place, I put one in his face
Obey my first and give him the taste
That's how I duz it, that's how I do it
and the murder weapon that I use you know I threw it
he kept persuading so I had to do it, 'uh' play
for keeps that's the rule of the streets 'uh'.
[Loco S.A.B]
Dick Tracy all on my nuttz like Cagny and Lacy
And don't faze me, Ruthless is the label that pays me
But this one H.K weighs a ton, words are yellow wit
the? freaks on a run, bring ya condom in the kingdom
huh ho from the ceilin to the floor, info red at ya window
plus the E go hangin out the beamer tho
drop shit like a seagull, for the people
ho's make a contribution, but y'all don't hear me tho.
[Hook x2]
[Eazy-E]
Tuck ya legs to my dick with the wrap em real tight
Just incase its on and a nigga gotta fight, an a
Nigga gotta bust, but who in the fuck said in god we trust
The shit wen't down everybody start runnin
Bitches screamin and the bullets still comin
Run into a nigga tryin to save mine, reach for my gun ahh shit!
This is a ghetto public announcement (weed smokers)
Roll your blunts tight
And light your joints
Inhale...slowly exhale
And that's how you get high.
(clip from Friday)
I know you don't smoke weed... I know this
But I'm gonna get you high today
Cause it's Friday, you ain't got no job, and you ain't
got shit to do
Pass me da green, I need some weed with my Hennessy
{*repeat 8X*}
(Inhale....exhale) Eyes selling red, got my dank from
the Bahamas
Went to see my girl smoke some green with her mama
Jumped in my Cutlass on the way to the liquor store
Picked up some blunts, got ten on the 2-0
Fix these palm trees wit some green leaves
Got a nigga's head spinning like the seven seas
Puff, puff, pass, nigga that's what Simon say
Fools that hog the green or da weed gonna get carried
away
Fingernails burnt, lookin like a tweeker
Ears steadily poppin, but not from the speakers
Green got me hungry, fiendin for them munchies
cause real smokers don't blow no fuckin green on empty
stomachs
Pass me da green, I need some weed with my Hennessy
{*repeat 4X*}
Green trees pack wood, make cabbage
I like to get high but it ain't a bad habit
Speed up with that weed smoke comin out my 'llac
Got a hottie in the front and one in the back
Blowin shotguns to me and my homie
I feel like this weed make a young nigga horny
I stopped the fuckin lac at Holiday Inn
I ain't even trippin, told the girls to come in
Laid her down steady cause she know I'm ready
Choppin up weed like motherfuckin spaghetti
Hoes down south must know voodoo
cause every time I hit the weed I'm lookin for Isuzus
Pass me da green, I need some weed with my Hennessy
{*repeat 5X*}
Y'all high yet?
Pass me da green, I need some weed with my Hennessy
{*repeat 3X*}
Damn nigga y'all chokin, get the fuck out of here nigga
Pass me da green I need some weed with my Hennessy
Nigga I said are y'all high yet?
Pass me da green I need some weed with my Hennessy
{*repeat 3X*}
Oh, you think you trippin now huh?
You thinkin you hearing voices nigga?
(Intro:)
Compton.
Compton.
Compton.
Compton.
Compton.
Real Compton City G's...
Real Compton City G's...
Real Compton City G's...
(Verse 1:)
Hey Yo' doctor, here's another proper track
& it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
& let that real stuff provoke, see you's a wanna be 'loc
& you'll get smoked & I hope that your fans understand
When you talk about playin' me, the same records that you makin' is payin' me
********* Dre
********* Snoop
********* Death Row
Yo & here comes my left blow
'cause I'm the E A Z Y E & this is the season
To let the Real Compton City G's in
Your like a kid, you found a bumpin' down your dapper,
But tell me where the hell you found that anorexic rapper
Talkin' about who you gon' squabble wit & who you shoot
Your only 60 pounds when your wet & wearin' boots.
(Damn E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day.)
But Dre Day only meant Eazy's pay day
All of a sudden Dr. Dre is a G thing
But on his old album covers he was a she thing
So sucker please, sucker please don't step to these Real Compton City G's.
Stop him in his tracks & show him I'm ruthless.
Yo Dre. "What's up?" (Censor) Boy you should've known by now.
Every day it's a new rapper, claimin' to be dapper than the Dresta
Softer than a girl but portray the role of gangsta
Ain't broke a law in your life, yet every time you rap you yap about the guns & knifes
Just take a good look at the brother & you'll capture
The fact that the bastard is simply just an actor
Who mastered the bang & the slang & the Mental
Of homies in Compton, Watts & South Central
Never ever once have you ran with the turf
But yet in every verse claim you used to do the dirt
But tell me who's a witness to your damn work
See you never had no business, so save the drama jerk
Brother straight kill me knowin' that they pranksters
This is goin' out to you studio gangsta's
See I did dirt, put in work & many brothers can vouch that
So since I got stripes I got the right to rap about that
But brothers like you, I gotta hate you
Cause I'm just tired of Suburbian Brothers talkin' about they come from projects
Knowin' you ain't seen the parts of the streets G
Think you start tryin' to bang around the time of the peace treaty
Wearin' khaki's & mob while you rhyme, little *** tried to sag
But you frontin' at the same time & your set don't accept you
Scared to kick it with your homies 'cause you know they don't respect you
So brother please, brother please don't step to these Real Compton City G's.
(Verse 3:)
Well, it's the Knocc Out, definition original baby gangsta
Approach me like you whore little buster I'm a bank ya
Shank ya with my damn shank, if I hafta
Dr. Dre an' Snoop Doggy Dogg are really actors
Pranksters, studio gangsta's, busters
But this time your dealin' with some real last brothers
G's, fool please, don't try to step
See if you do, then a peeled cap is all that would be left
See young brothers like me will break you off somethin'
Claimin' my city, but Dre you ain't from Compton
Suckers like y'all is what I call wanna be's
& ain't nothin' compared to Real Compton City G's.
Stop him in his tracks & show him I'm Ruthless.
Yo Dre. "What's up?" (Censor)
I never met a ol' G who never did nothin' wrong
You tried to diss the Eazy E so now sucker it's on
You & your Doggy Dogg, think that y'all hoggin' it
Both of you tricks can come & suck my doggy dick
Beatin' up a bitch don't make you it, but then again some brothers
Think it makes a man, damn it's a trip
How a player can switch so quick from wearin' lipstick
To smokin' on Chronic at picnic's & now you think your bigger
But to me you ain't nothin' but a trick ass buster
That ain't worth a food stamp
& at Death Row, I hear your gettin' treated like boot cap
Gotta follow your sergeant's directions, or get your ass
Popped with the Smith & Wesson, learn a lesson from the E's
Stay in your place & don't step to Real Compton City G's.
Stop him in his tracks & show him that I am ruthless.
Yo Dre. "What's up?" (Censor) Boy you should've known by now.
Stop him in his tracks & show him that I am ruthless.
Yo Dre. "What's up?" (Bang) Boy you should've known by now.
Stop him in his tracks & show him that I am ruthless.
Yo Dre. "What's up?" Boy you should've known by now.
Stop him in his tracks & show him that I am ruthless.
Yo Dre. "What's up?"
[Eazy-E]
Yeah, let's take a trip
Just sit back and light a spliff with this and don't
slip
On a funky-dope track jump back
Strapped with a fat buudah sack and a 7-8 'Lac
Go clean, gangsta lean, I got green
But I serve dubs like it ain't no thing
It's so sweet, when you got money to spend
I got a proper big tilt and a fabec Benz
I make ends, spend my dough on no foe
That's how it is, and that's how it goes
Act like ya know when I creep real slow
Givin love to them playaz that I know is real g's
[2Pac]
Mobbin' like a motherfucker stuck
Can you put your middle finger out the window gettin'
fucked off - liquor
Get loaded can't control it
Nigga pass me the blunt and let me roll it
You get the bones act to the whole stack
keep your dough fat
[Eazy-E]
Or you might get what we call the rat pack
I gives a damn bout a skanless trick
let me hit it one time and trick that sick
I don't trip, gives my dough to no foe
That's how it is, I got no love for ya
[2Pac]
And jealous muthafuckas can't see
That it's the fame that caught these stupid bitches,
pass the pussy free
So tell me why u sweatin' a muthafucka like me?
A young nigga tryin' to a hustle up some G's
You pussy ass playa hatin' hoes speakin' down on niggas
Jumpin' around at the shows
And your the first muthafucka to jump
To the trunk when it's time for fun
Little trick ass punk
[Eazy-E]
Dump dump on fools with a quickness
And they got no cure for this sickness
I get paid for the way that I kick this
Like a g-ster, an OG-ster (who's that?)
A real playa named Eazy
And I live my life straight crazy
Don't need no punk fools payin me
And broke groupies and hootchies don't faze me
I take two steps back and release myself
To put platinum and gold on the record shelf
I don't brag, but i do it like a straight up Ezzz
Before you do a record, partner, handle your business
[2Pac]
And tell me what does it take to be a G?
I started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key
You gotta watch your back stay strapped, be alert
Started as a young muthafucka doin' dirt
And now im in the rap game like the crack game
I got enemies
Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies
And even thug muthafuckas wanna have fun
Stuck it, buckin' my muthafuckin magnum
What does it take to be a G?
Silence is a must, violence is a plus
Plus, shots at my adversaries
Dem niggaz scary best it's time to be buried
Cause ill be buckin' in a fuckin hurry
[Ice Cube]
They give us guns and drugs
Then wonder why you dont fuck with thugs
You wanna count the slugs
Then come around here and fuck wit us (you know)
They give us guns and drugs
Then wonder why you dont fuck with thugs
You wanna count the slugs
Then come around here and fuck with us
[Outro]
Every hood's the same {x6}
Stop trippin on me
Every hood's the sames(x6)
Aw shit, let's take a trip
Just sit back and light a spliff to this and don't step
On a funky-ass track jump back
Strapped with a gat and a sack and a 7-8 flak
Come clean, gangsta lean, I got green
But I serve dubs like it ain't no thing
I hang with OG niggas don't set trip
Or you might get a slug in your fuckin back
I don't slack when it come to street
I kick real g shit to a gangsta beat
It's so sweet, when you got money to spend
I got a cool-ass tilt and a fly-ass Benz
I make ends, spend my dough on no ho
That's how it is, nad that's how it goes
Act like ya know when I creep real slow
Givin love to them niggas that I know is real g's
If you got love for them gangstas
Let me hear you one time if you down for the crime (that's right fool)
If you got love for them hustlas
Let me hear you say hooo if you makin straight dough (hooooo!)
If you got love for them playas
let me hear you say ooooh, ladies we want you (ooooooh!)
If you got love for them straight g's
Let me hear you motherfuckers just scream (heeeeeeey!)
The Ruthless network, drive-by expert
Straight outta Compton, kickin up dust
The Ruthless network, drive-by expert
Straight outta Compton...
Dump dump on a nigga with a quickness
And they got no cure for this sickness
I get paid for the way that I kick this
Like a g-ster, an OG-ster (who's that?)
A real nigga named Eazy
And I live my life straight crazy
Don't need no punk niggas payin me
And broke groupie-ass bitches don't faze me
I take two step back and release myself
To put platinum-ass cuts on the record shelf
I don't brag, but i tell it like it straight-up is
Before you do a record, nigga, handle your business
And don't get caught slippin on the under
Or you might wonder (what's up with them ends, nigga?)
I call a spade a spade and get paid
G's show the way, so i give love to 'em
If you got love for them gangstas
Let me hear you one time if you down for the crime (that's right fool)
If you got love for them hustlas
Let me hear you say hooo if you makin straight dough (hooooo!)
If you got love for them playas
let me hear you say ooooh, ladies we want you (ooooooh!)
If you got love for them straight g's
Let me hear you motherfuckers just scream (heeeeeeey!)
E-A-Z-Y, must I
chase the cat and be a dog, a straight-up hog
I leapfrog to the sound of a gangsta beat
So I can hear my shit bumpin on a Compton street
That OG, C-R-I-P and S, G and S
Hip-Hop thugsta, so quick to rush ya
Straight to the dirt, fool I do work
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
That's how it is when it come to me
Cause I'm the long dick bust-a-nut nigga named Eazy
Bitches can't see me, hos say I'm crazy
But I don't think so, cause I'm just loco
I gives a fuck about a skanless bitch
let me hit it one time if you suck this dick
I don't trip, gives my dough to no ho
That's how it is, but I gives love to ya
If you got love for them gangstas
Let me hear you one time if you down for the crime (that's right fool)
If you got love for them hustlas
Let me hear you say hooo if you makin straight dough (hooooo!)
If you got love for them playas
let me hear you say ooooh, ladies we want you (ooooooh!)
If you got love for them straight g's
Eazy-e
Eazy Duz It
Eazy Chapter 8 Verse 10
(alright go)
This comes from the e chapter 8 verse 10 and it reads
Its time to put some niggaz in check
When you shoot a gun, hot shells eject
Catch'em they get used as evidence
Only when they get brushed for finger prints
You ask why am i like this?
Cuz you wanna hear about shit like this
So i tell it, how i know it, just hope the fuck i dont show it
Niggaz out frontn, lottering and looting.
Lets recreate a drive by shooting
More brothers in a car blocks away
Waiting to spray, shotgun, mack10 and an ak
They roll thru to a line of nigga's
It was 9 just like tha fuck they figured
Go around tha corner come back real slow
Lights off, cars in neutral, rolln at a snails pace and creepn
Hoping to catch all of them sleepn, a so called gang, drugs and sex (nwa)
Start busting a cap and all tha others jet, 3 of'em fall to their doom
Pronounced dead at the scence, with gun shot wounds
3 dead cuz compton is scanless.
I'd like to tell ya brother, ashes to ashes, dust to dust (amen)
Daaaaaaaaa, daaaaaaa, daaaaaaa
(you will now witness tha sound of?)(we will now pass around tha hat)
(thats good enough)no it aint, you fucked up, you fucked up (its cool) no
Yo Dre where's the goddamn drum machine?
Aw shit I left the muthafucka with Poog
You dumb muthafucka
what the fuck we gonna do now?
Hey, man I got some drums in the back
Man what the fuck is he talkin' bout
Yo does it look like we can play some fuckin' drums?
Man I can play the drums
Bullshit!
Man I used to fuck it up at Compton
Give this nigga some sticks....
Yo Fuck it up Yella
Yo were two hard muthafuckaz
takin' out any punk ass suckaz
can you believe this or so be frightened
were strong as fuck, with the power of a titan
settin' a mark of destruction get it
so don't front, and say you ain't with it
you wanna rumble with us you can't hang
cause were something like a two man gang
start some shit is what we do best
scared by the suckaz say fuck the rest
so yo Eazy bust it and shoot to kill
and tell these stupid muthafuckaz the deal
I look you dead in the eye and I spit
tell you to your face punk you ain't shit
I don't give a goddamn about feelin's
I'm just as a happy as long as I'm killin'
a 187 is in progress nigga
just as soon as I pull this trigger
automatic heavily I start firin'
and the kids on the block
I'm the one there admirin'
a bad mouth nigga on the violent tip
I catch you talkin' some shit
and I'mma bust your lip
now who you gonna tell that I'm makin' ya soft
the police ain't shit cause I pay 'em off
I move slow always ready to go so fuck it
and bitches on my dick they know they can suck it
I'm a hard head, always havin' a fit
when I'm not allowed to tear up shit
I'm a hard muthafucka
2 Hard Muthafuckaz!
Now look at me I'm a crazed bitch
with a case to a profanity pitch
Ren is a nigga that don't give a fuck
to pussy ass fool tryin' to press his luck
I'm ready to scrap that's if your ready to go
I take you out goin' toe to toe
E saw the conversion and hit you from the back
while you gettin' fucked by a ruthless jack
critical condition is what you recieved
thinkin' up some back up to go on retrieve
but Eazy tell what would happen my man
"they would get fucked up by a ruthless clan"
so it's simple we don't give a fuck right
so you and ya boys can get the fuck out my site
I'm on tilt with class gettin' ready to blast
cause I'm a hard muthafucka
2 Hard Muthafuckaz!
Eazy and Ren is fuckin' it up again
schemin' up a plot before we begin
cause niggaz like to stare like a bitch sometimes
they say how can them niggaz have some a hell of a rhyme
It's simple tell 'em what we mean
when the two baddest muthafuckaz step on the scene
Now this is some shit
Yo what are you sayin'
you stupid muthafuckaz they think I'm playin'
talkin' all kinda shit of shit but I'm crackin' it up
I can afford to laugh cause I'm backin' it up
I'm not a busta I'm more like a hitman
so if you don't wanna throw then you can get down
you don't like the fuck away from me
so you can stop the shit, tryin' to fuck the E
You heard what he said
it's the truth so whats up
so if you want me to go then I'mma bout to nut up
the 2 baddest muthafuckaz alive
so I don't think you and your boys can survive
you gotta girl, well if she's good to go
I bet me and E already fucked the hoe
a train was in effect and your bitch was rott
by a hell of a nigga that was hard to stop
Yo Ren lets jet lets get the fuck on out
because everybody knows what where talkin' about
Where two hard muthafuckaz!
[Dr. Dre]
Hey yo, remember that shit Eazy did a while back
Motherfuckers said it wasn't gonna work (word)
That crazy shit, yeah the stupid shit
Hey yo Eazy! (Yo!)
Hey man why don't you come off the piano for a minute
and bust this crazy shit
[Eazy-E]
Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon
I gotta get drunk before the day begins
Before my mother starts bitchin about my friends
About to go and damn near went blind
Young niggaz at the pad throwin up gang signs
Ran in the house and grabbed my clip
With the Mac-10 on the side of my hip
Bailed outside and pointed my weapon
Just as I thought, the fools kept steppin
Jumped in the fo' hit the juice on my ride
I got front back and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin like this:
Cruisin down the street in my six-fo'
Jockin the bitches, slappin the hoes
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold shootin some hoops
A car pulls up, who can it be?
A fresh El Camino rolled, Kilo G
He rolls down his window and he started to say
It's all about makin that GTA
[chorus]
Cuz the boyz n tha hood are always hard
You come talkin that trash we'll pull your card
Knowin nothin in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, cuz I ain't sayin shit
[Eazy-E]
Down on B's in the place to give me the pace
He said my man JB is on freebase
The boy JB was a friend of mine
Til I caught him in my car tryin to steal a Alpine
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly motherfucker pull out a deuce-deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucker dead, LA Times front page
[chorus]
[Eazy-E]
Bored as hell and I wanna get ill
So I went to a spot where my homeboys chill
The fellows out there, makin that dollar
I pulled up in my 6-4 Impala
They greet me with a 40 and I start drinkin
And from the 8-ball my breath start stinkin
Love to get my girl, to rock that body
Before I left I hit the Bacardi
Went to her house to get her out of the pad
Dumb hoe says something stupid that made me mad
She said somethin that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave
She started talkin shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and slapped the hoe
Her father jumped out and he started to shout
So I threw a right-cross and knocked his old ass out
[chorus]
[Eazy-E]
I'm rollin hard now I'm under control
Then wrapped the six-fo' round the telephone pole
I looked at my car and I said, "Oh brother
I throw it in the gutter and go buy another"
Walkin home and I see the G ride
Now Ket is drivin Kilo on the side
As they busted a U, they got pulled over
An undercover cop in a dark green Nova
Ket got beaten for resistin arrest
He socked the pig in the head for rippin his Guess
Now G is cut for doin the crime
For defence on the boy, he'll do some time
[chorus]
[Eazy-E]
I went to get them out but there was no bail
The fellaz start a riot in the county jail
Two days later in municiple court
Kilo G on trial straight cold cut a four
Distruption of a court, said the judge
On a six year sentence my man didn't budge
Bailiff came over to turn him in
Kilo G looked up and gave a grin
He yelled out "FIRE!", then came Suzi
The bitch came in with a sub-machine Uzi
Police shot the bitch but didn't hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder
Yo Ren, you're ready to go get this move?
(Believe that, boy)
You're strapped?
(Yeah, you know it)
Let's go do this, man, I got it all planned out
(Yeah, shoot any motherfucker that moves)
("Alright everybody...")
This is a stick-up, everybody get face-down
Ren, gag their mouths so they can't make a sound
Tie em up for the fact that I'm kickin ass
I got my hand on my gat, and I'm tempted to blast
My name is Eazy, but I go the hard way out
This ain't personal, but now I'm about
to commit a crime and go thru with it
You know what, no need for shakin, because I'm used to it
Take out the security guard with a slap of my hand
Yeah, he's wearin' a badge, but he's a ol ass man
Pump his ass in the head, and take his gun
so me and the punk can go one on one
Cover the lens on the TV screen
you know, so me and my gang just can't be seen
Lock the doors, and throw away the key
Close the blinds, so no motherfuckers can see
and smile, you know, cause I'm controllin the shit
and no sucker ass nigga's gonna stop the hit
Wardrobes and locs, and a Ruthless shirt
That means I'm ready to work, and rush a fool to the dirt, so
("Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt")
(Alright, anybody move and I'll blow your fuckin head off)
Allright...
Empty your pockets, but do it slow
Take everything you got and lay it on the fuckin floor
Don't make me have to set an example today
and blow one of you crazy motherfuckers away
I'm in a bank, and it's a little bit funny
takin all you stupid motherfuckers' money
Peepin at a bitch cause my dick's on hard
Laughin at the dumb ass security guard
who's tied up for the moment, not sayin' a word
I should have known it before, the motherfucker's a nerd
But back to the bitches I'm peepin
and then untie the hoe, so I can start creepin
Took her to the backroom, about to jack
Cold trailed the bitch, with a gun in the back
I said: "Lay down, and unbutton your bra!"
There was the biggest titties that a nigga ever saw
I said: "Damn", then the air got thinner
Only thought in my mind, was goin' up in her
The suspense was makin' me sick
She took her panties down and the bitch had a dick!
I said: "Damn", dropped the gat from my hand
(What I thought was a bitch, was nothing but a man)
Put the gat to his legs, all the way up his skirt
because this is one faggot that I had to hurt, so
(I said get down. I want you all face-down on the floor
Anybody moves and I shoot)
Stackin up the money and there's more to collect
cause I don't give a fuck, I take traveler's checks
Yo, Ren, peep out the window, and tell me what you see
(Three motherfuckin police starin at me; what to do now?)
Hurry up and get on
Allright, tell me, who is the motherfuckin alarm?
I'm a give ya a chance, and count to three
or else five of ya bitches are comin with me
Allright, Allright, come out niggaz, or we're coming in
This is the only chance to turn yourself in)
Fuck you! We got hostages, and plenty of loot
and don't give a damn and not afraid to shoot
We're sendin out the hostages, all except five
and if you don't meet our demands, they won't stay alive
We want a copter, so we can get away clean
and take some pussy along, if you know what I mean
One hostage got brave, and got off the floor
but I smoked his ass before he got to the door
They shot a hostage, they shot a hostage!)
You stupid motherfucker tryin' to run
now you're dead as fuck tryin' to race a gun)
Allright, this is the last chance to get off your ass
or else the tear gas is about to blast)
I ran to the back and Ren followed behind
to a hell of a spot that was hard to find
The bank was fucked up, the shit was smokin
with screamin hostages, runnin and chokin
Gettin away, but I was suddenly stopped
at point blank range, by a motherfuckin cop
And I hope they don't think that a lesson was taught
cause a nigga like the E was finally caught
My gat wouldn't fire, the shit wouldn't work
So, y'all know what time it is
Well I'm giving you five seconds to let us thru the gate or
I'm gonna shoot two of your guards)
[Female: We're sitting here with Eazy E]
Believe that
[Female: How are you doing ]
Allright
[Female: So, Eazy, tell me, how was your life as a youngster ]
Verse One: Eazy-E
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
[Eazy E: 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 a name, yo I ain't no lover
I'm a pimp, mack daddy, lookin for the dollar
At thirteen I bought a six-fo' 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, gank for your stereo
Hard and raw, no regard for the law
[Female: Eazy E, were you ever caught slipping]
Hell no! Just trippin off 8-ball
And girls ain't nothin but female dogs to me
Bitches! 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
[Female: Hmm, I see, so you're rather violent]
Sometimes
[Female: Ok, what would be the situation when you so-called quot;gank quot; somebody]
Verse Two: Eazy-E
Wait... for some people to leave
I got another trick up my sleeve
Step with pep to the back of the house
Look then... 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 timing
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
Shht, I think somebody's comin
Hear the front door key, and I flee
out the back door 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
[Female: 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
[Female: Yeah]
Verse Three: Eazy-E
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
[Female: Were you slick]
Yeah, you gotta be cunnin
Told Ice Cube to leave the car runnin
Walked in, said: quot;This is a robbery quot;
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 ran
back to the bucket, then I said: quot;Punch it quot;
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
[Female: Is all that true ]
I don't lie
You see... I'm not mister nice guy
[Female: Oh, so you're not exactly a role model]
Not exactly
[Female: And for your listeners, what does Eazy think of himself]
Outro: Eazy-E
Bad and bold, you can't get with this
Those that tried, you're on my hit list
Can't be caught, sought or fought
thought, and damn so what
Down and dirty from the C-P-T
N-W-A and Eazy-E
One more, before we end this session
[Female: What's your real name]
No more questions!
[Dre]
Yo man I don't think they heard you
why don't you tell 'em what ya name is.
[Eazy-E]
My name is Eazy yeah this is true
keepin' your attention is what I'm gonna do
hardcore yo I could never be soft
askin' me my defin' they say the boy goes off
fillin' up my memo with the touch of my rhyme
suckaz stayin' with me cause they know the time
quiet on the set because I'm about to begin
and if you didnt hear me boy I'll tell you again
my name is Eazy or just call me E
but It doesn't really matter to me
cause I'm the same person
whether serious or rehearsin'
I just gotta keep cursin'
this is for the radio so I better chill
they won't play it if I co get ill
but I'm like that and thats an actually fact
because the street is where my heart is at
yo I don't do dope but I'm dope not a dope
but I'm doper than anybody who trys to cope
if the rhyme I'm dispayin'
and the beat thats playin'
yo you could try all day
and you still won't match up with the Ruthless P.O.W.
cause Eazy's doin it Compton style
thats the city and you say you could get some
yo it's Eazy-er Said Than Dunn.
[Chorus]
Wooooooo!
Wooooooo!
[Eazy-E]
Now it's easy for me to get my point across
so listen up close if ya don't ya might get lost
I'm not a role model or a Dr. Seuss yo I'm a gangsta
and I'm about to get stupid
I guess its time for the trama
with the E-A-Z-Y-E comma now thats drama
so pay attention by the way I must mention
I'm comin' off hard in the third demention
with the glare
but you don't need no glasses to stare
it'll probably take you in and it's just like your there
with the E on the gangsta tip
so if you think I'm a flip or slip don't even trip
cause I'm a destroyer
my homie Dre is a doctor not a lawyer
dope mc employer on Ruthless and thats my label
to get the money, the women, and co bust the fat cable's
boy, master rhymers of toys
I mean str8 while ya suckin' with the girls enjoy
you must be sick or ya lonely
how ya gonna diss me if ya don't even know me
(Eazy - E: Yo Ren)
(M.C. Ren: What sup)
get the gat show 'em where it's at
and that's just the sound
and next time I'm peelin ya cap
to let ya know where I'm comin' from
Eazy said it and it shall Be Dunn.
[Chorus]
Wooooooo!
Wooooooo!
[Eazy-E]
Radio jams are the part of the cycle
eazy-er said than dunn yeah thats the title
rubbin' the lady's only the fly ones ya know
(M.C. Ren: but would if she's lucky)
Eazy come Eazy go
don't ask to battle me home boy what's that
you wanna battle me boy ya better be strapped
cause where I'm from it ain't all about that playin'
[*gun shots*]
now that's what I'm sayin'
Sevy thought that I was born in '73
now everybody want's to know the A-G-E
girls on the tip fellaz too it seemed
had everybody thinkin' I was only 15
the fellaz would annoy me
the ladyz would adore me
and what was I to do
I wishin' nothin' lady's do
cause the ladyz I luv 'em
nice and then soft
I hate male groupies so just step the hell off
I'm the real Eazy cause others be fakin'
tryin' to game fame off the name I'm makin'
sayin' on your records you could get some
yo home boy its Eazy-er Said Than Dunn.
[Chorus]
Wooooooo!
Wooooooo!
"Yo Dre, how much time we got left on ths tape?"
"About a couple of minutes."
"Well let me bust a freestyle then."
"Awright, go ahead."
Ruthless gangsta, definition villain,
Leave your shit unlocked and he's stealin',
So call tha police cause that's all you could do but,
He'll get away without leavin' a clue.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, cut this shit. Eh yo Yella boy why don't you rewind it.Hey
man you gotta get more hyped up tonight!"
"Damn, why don't you pump this shit up so it could fuck up my eardrums a little bit!"
"Allright bet."
Ruthless gangsta, definition villain,
Leave your shit unlocked and he's stealin',
So call tha police cause that's all you could do but,
He'll get away without leavin' a clue.
Keepin' shit in control like the neighboorhood chief but,
Referred to as a walking thief,
They say he's a bad influence for the kids on the block,
Why the fuck they blamin' him,
He's the one that they jock.
Keepin' niggaz in line,
Whoever fucks with his rhyme,
And before you fuck with him,
You gotta fuck with his nine.
Not scared to pull the trigger on a punk ass nigga,
(A nigga) He could whoop his ass cause he's bigger.
Size don't mean shit,
He's from the old school fool,
He's a villain from the streets,
And he's supposed to rule,
Not sayin' he's in shit,
But he's down for mine,
He was put on the streets to keep niggaz in line.
Never givin' a fuck,
(huh?)
Because I know that he's a nigga that you want to be.
He can't help it he's in shit,
But he don't hold shit back,
He's a gangsta in black,
And he's about to attack.
Cause I'm a ruthless villain,
Cold tearin' shit up,
Don't come on my face,
Pumpin' no kind of junk,
Eazy-E's in control,
And if you press your luck,
I'll smoke you like that,
And won't give a fuck.
"Nickname Eazy-E...Ol' 8-Ball junkie!"
Ruthless gangsta, definition villain,
You can lock up yo' shit,
He's Still Stealin',
Gettin' respect,
Cause the boy kicks butt,
But the real meaning is,
He don't give a fuck,
It's Eazy-E in the crowd,
But he's not in the 4,
I tell his money flow,
As he collects from his ho',
All expenses paid,
For the rhymes that he made,
Got the trophys in the house,
For the girls that he laid.
Not a wimp he's a pimp,
Now of course he's the boss,
So keep your bitch out his face,
Or else she's gonna get tossed.
The hard to be fucked with,
The boy got heart,
Wanna fuck with him,
He'll Rip your head apart.
Gangsta Gangsta,
That's what they yellin'
But him with his gangsta stroll,
He keeps bailin'.
Wherever he goes,
There's no discussion but silence.
They say that he's the one,
Promotin' gang violence,
That's a lie just a critic,
All that whack bullshit,
So let me tell you motherfuckers,
Who you fuckin' with,
Cause I'm a ruthless villain,
Cold tearin' shit up,
Don't come on my face,
Pumpin' no kind of junk,
Eazy-E's in control,
And if you press your luck,
I'll smoke you like that,
And won't give a fuck.
"Yo Ren?"
"What's up?"
My eternal jam is the juice of the radio
takin' out profanity so they can play it though
listen to a hell of a kick and the high hat
going to the record store say ya gonna buy
that the E is connected to the A and the Z ya say Y
so that's how the beats stack it up on material made of hits
takin' my time of Eastline to make sure it fit
push play on the instrumental thats recorded
step on stage and I'm suddenly awarded
some sort of track appeared like a plaque
and some hell of a screen from the girls in the back
takin' a bow cause I got style
never at the bottom of the ways on the top of the pile
yo it's Eazy on top even though I'm short
guarenteed to help when I walk on the court
so get up make some noise for the gangsta clap
gonna tip the laugh I'm not a pranksta
I'm serious Dre my sounds so quit playin' around
cause I'mma break it down
Last time I was takin' my time with this
but other suckaz were makin' a rhyme with this
I had to change the tip or make it hyper
but they was rotten, I was gettin' riper
ready to go, like never before
givin' you more because I'm ready to score
Ren is my buddy you can tell I said often
helpin' me destroy the suckaz that's softin'
curin' diseases, my rhyme pleases, throw it a key
balls havin' seasons, this is a doc trim
and I'm locked in, and I made up my mind
and I think I'm gonna rock then
you got beaches chill and I'mma push ya
to freeze after I'll cut ya cause I'mma butcher
and say ya have pricin' and then out ya go
cause a percentage on point bellys are very low
messin' with a gun but once ya get hurt
like a said before ya get rushed to the dirt
I'm not a law man, but I'mma raw man
"But ya the dopest one I ever saw!"
I keep droppin' it pound for pound
and when I'm on the mic I always throw down
to keep y'all dancin' to my funky sound
so listen cause I'mma break it down
Now look at me and not the poster
and you could see right off I got the most of
the talent, experience or a trade
and complements for the rhyme thats made
talks over today if this one so
pick another artist and dis one
I got the ballet of the chosen vote
cause I don't need water to clear my throat
comin' from the rain the show is like dancin'
nasty like and the girls are like glancin'
wantin' to get wit me this routine
keepin' it sprung still stayin' mean
can ya dis this man I don't think so
once I start writin' the way I let the ink go
comin' out with songs like hit after hit
cause this is legit and yours ain't shit
makin' it sound so dope cause I'm a genius
but your amazed with ya happy to see this
brother go crazy on wax
flowin' away like if I was on a sax
doin' a solo in the shade I'm a spotlight
relax and chill while your up tight
pumpin' up the funky sounds
yo you should know it's kinda persist
Well I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches galore
You may have a lot of bitches but I got much more
Wit my super duper group coming out to shoot
Eazy-E, muthafukas cold knocking the boots
'Cause I'm a hip-hop thugster, I used to be a mugster
If you heard Compton, you think I own a drugstore
Getting stupid because I know how
And if a sucker talks shit, I give him a (POW)
8 ball sipping, the bitches are flipping
Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping
Hitting my switches, collect from my bitches
The money that I make so I can add to my riches
Fill my stash box and start rubbing my gat
Feeling good as hell because my pockets are fat
A hardcore villian cold roaming the streets
And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats
Because I'm a gansta having fun
Never leave the pad without packing a gun
Hitting hard as fuk, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it
I was knocking muthafukas out
What's your name boy
Funky, fresh Eazy-E
Kick, kick that shit
Where you from fool, Compton, yea
Rolling through the hood, cold tearing shit up
Stick my head out the window and I say what's up
To the niggaz on the corner cold bumping the box
But you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocks
A dice game started so I said what the fuk
So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck
Hard to roll wit my bitch jocking 24-7
Rolled them muthafukas, ate 'em up, hit 11
Got another point, I made a ten a fo'
Was taking niggaz money and was itching for mo'
Laughing in their faces and said you're all making me rich
Then one punk got jealous, cold slap my bitch
He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last
So I said to myself, homeboy, you better think fast
He shot
, I shot
As you can see, I cold broke his ass (ha ha)
(Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)
Muthafuking 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 muthafuka
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 of been starving 'cause he broke in my house
Caught the nigga on the street and straight took his ass out
Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit
Yea I went to jail but that wasn't shit
Got to the station about a quarter of nine
Call my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine
The bitch was a trip cold hung up the phone
Now my only phone call was in the ganking zone
All the things I did for her like keeping her rich
I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch
Well by now you should know it was just my luck
The baliff of the station was a 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 back on the streets and my records are clean
I creeped on my bitch wit my uzi machine
Went to the house and kicked down the do'
Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the ho
From around the way, born in '73
Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E
It's '88 now, '73's obselete
A nigga wit a serious ass attitude and 100% street
And if you all wanna hear some more
In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother
Following too close for me
The moments gone, into rewind again
I can't go back and change whats stained now
I think I've seen this all before
I've got a spine built from memories (time to move on)
and I wouldn't change a single thing
When you feel like time has gone to waste
You're still moving on
Hindsight takes control
When the moments gone
Following too close for me
I'm still inspired by all you've done again
I've got a spine built from memories (time to move on)
Come on over hunnie
And give your uncle Dolamite a kiss
Well what you want baby?
Would you tell me a story?
You want me to tell you a story?
Hell yeah!
Me too!
Yes Hunnie I'm a tell you a story
About the bad ass Eazy-E
He was drinkin' whisky and gin at the age of three
Listen and listen well
He's a bad Muthafu-
Gimmie that god damn book!
Here let me read you this one
Chrismas in Compton
It was a silent night, yes a holy night
Until Mr. Claus turned into Santa muthafuckin' right?
Deck the halls with balls of holy
Fa la la la la la la la la
Tis the season to be jolly....
Merry Chrismas muthafucka!
Merry muthafuckin' Chrismas and a ho ho ho!
While I'm ridin' that cot under the missle toe
Now dashin' through the snow
In a candy right top 6-4
Over the hills I go
Laughin' at this hoe
Nuts on rich and rings
Makin' me feel right
Oh what fun it is to know
That I'm gonna get this pussy tonight
So ring them bells, ring them bells
Shes takin' it all the way
Oh what fun it is to watch her suck my dick this way
Hey ring them bells, ring them bells
Shes takin' it all the way
Oh what fun it is to nut, while she's suckin' my dick
Oh yay!
Tis the season to get busy
Compton crime lick
And I'm smokin' on this stick.
Ho ho ho come sit on my face
I'm mean lap and tell me what you want for Chrismas
Ho ho.
I want a slay ride
A cd player
A fifty rum
?? and I'm gonna cum
A VCR ?? some porno flicks
Rudolph the red nose reindeer
?? like a everlastin' gobstoper
?? poppa
I dig a ho
Crack a dough
By the nuts oh
?? fuckin' in tha snow
I made him drop to his knees
Yeah you know whats up
I said heres some candy canes eat'em up
?? bonapatite with a condom in a tree.
All I want for Chrismas is my two front teeth
My two front teeth, my two front teeth
All I want for Chrismas is my two front teeth
Yo wheres ya rhyme tell me buck wheat.
Buck wheat is a waskal
Thats no Chrismas
And all the toys, boys and girls
Fuck ya wishes
I got happy over joy in this muthafucka
No indo under my tree so Santa be a sucka
?? when I was young I was the only kid
Who had enough guts to be
Good ole hearin' on the East
I'd stay awake just to let america know
That Santa was a fake
I used to believe in Saint Dick when Elvis was alive
But all the fuckin' bullshit got played when I was five
Years oh just stay young, bold datin'
Singin' Silent Night Carolin' Recietin'
Now all I want for Chrismas is my indo wreath
I got my two front teeth
Uncle Eazy be the ??
Just spread me a leaf
Little kids don't cry
When you find out the Santa Claus is just a fuckin' lye.
On the third day of Chrismas my homeboys gave to me
Three pounds of indo
Two birds of cocaine
And a A muthafuckin' K bitch.
Eazy-E oh Eazy-E
Show us how you treat those bitches
I saw mommy fuckin' Eazy-E.
Close the door little bitch
I'm gettin' these draws.
I'm a tell my daddy if ya ass don't stop.
I don't give a fuck
I'm gettin' chrismas caught
Ho ho ho and away I go.
Oh Saint Nick got a dick like a ho
Well wheres this ??
Shut the fuck up bitches
And go back to sleep.
Yo black what you want for Christmas?
Yo black I want a job
?? corn on the cob
But a nigga will eat them chicken, and
Chitlens, watermelon, corn bread and some food
Whos climbin' in my window
Smokin' up indo
My carin' and high make a high know
Yo black what you want for Christmas?
Yo black I want some cash
So I can buy some indo, some chronic and some hash.
A rump pa pump pump
A rump pa pump pump
Merry Muthafuckin' Chrismas
Merry Muthafuckin' Chrismas
Merry Muthafuckin' Chrismas
And have a fucked up new year
You Biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch!!
And they all went to prison
And lived fucked up lives ever after
Let me hear it
You want this baby
I want it hot and juicy
And thats the way I like it
You know thats right
You know how to kick it
I mean can I stick it
So you want me to slap it
Flip and rub it down
Alright I want you to turn
Round so I can hit it from the back ok
You like it like that baby
Who's is it, is it mine baby
Can I eat it, I mean can I lick it
Can I stick my tongue all in it
Right there uuh
Oh Eric
As I was sayin' before about this other bitch
Thats fuckin' wit this uh Uncle Tom bitch just
Sayin' that he sexual harassed her so what if the
Muthafucka sexually harassed her give a nigga some pussy
Know what I'm sayin' you know ain't nuttin' wrong wit it
You know we did broke him off a little somethin' you know
Inside the minds of real g's
Death row is looked upon as the studio gansters of the 90's
A joke hahahaha in a gamecalled 5 minutes of fame you wasted
4 mimutes now you got seconds left kick it
Come one come all and let me ride nigga
Eazy-e cpt how the hell you figure
To be the best on the west hu ya
Fool loked down this is east side nigga
South compton and i put it on the map
So when a dog pound crip you wanna scrap
And that comin straight from the ruthless ganster eazy-e
Now what would i do haha lets see
Now i would take on sugas locked down the row
Since dre is a bitch pimp slap the hoe
Now i'm seeing doubles man two dogs in a huddle
Aa god damn now diggidi daze i biggidi blast
On right one and smoke that azz
Now kurupt dont even set trip
Yellin long beach 60 blood and puppy pound
Crip really doe got my nuts on your chin
Whill i'm all in your philly hoe
So come with it fool and test your luck and
I'll beat that azz now call me kurupt
Now i'm kreepin threw the fog ya
Big dogg blue got my nine milla killa
Hunting a dogg named snoop
You can run nigga but you can't hide
Eazy-e straight creepin on the east side 7
Tenlong beach south caught snoop free basin
In a rock house i kicks in da door
I said it befoe i never let no busta test me no more
(Bang) murder was the case that tey gave me
Murder waz the case that they gave me
I'll smoke all you fools even you boo boo and your baby
Murder was the case that they gave me watch out buddie boy
Watch your back
Yea what would you do
What would you do if we rolled on you
(so dont even think about steppin in the god damn house)
What would you do what would you do if we rolled on you
What would you do what would you do if we rolled on you
What would you do what would you do dirty red
I comes on the snake hittin niggas low
With the cavey ass flow as i kreep through the street
Peeping niggas from death row bet you wanna know
Which one make the best hoe so
Let me break it down as i'm lost in the mist
And take word of advice and dont come fucking with this
Aint a joke niggas choke frome the smoke that i blaze
Purple haze you be dazed in a stun
I'll put you on your back nigga what?
I am the guess in a doggy dogg world
Never run with muss only nuts in their click
And dick in your mouth
The year is 95 and i'm runnin the house
Now tell what can you do nigga what can you do
If me and a few of my homies came through
Dummpin real on you trickmade bitchmade niggas
What could you do what could you do if we rolled on you
Yaa so dont even think about stepin in the god damn house
Dr. dre straight busta neva broke a law in his life
Besides beating up ricky harris's wife
Haha snoop dogg from a high top fade to sportin braids
Now he's laid fame no fourtune and getting played not payed
Played
Treated like a prostitute and we all know who's doin the pimpin daz dont
Be a followa be a leader and stay off the nexts mans nuts
Kurupt the king ping stick with the 60's
Cause you dont need those other hoes cause they're
About to go up in ya but only you let um
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
Death row really doe
"We want eazy!"
Well, clap ya hands then-come on
Clap ya hands everybody
Clap ya hands, come on, come on
Put ya hands together and clap 'em
Now can y'all say Eazy
Come on, say it
EAZ-Y
Everybody come on,
EAZ-Y...
People from everywhere gather around
Checkin' out the sound that Eazy is throwin' down
With some help from Ren and Dre
Makin' a way with dope style
Yo Eazy, what ya gotta say
A miracle of modern creation
Eazy E's on the set
Hyped up with the bass
And a little bit of what ya love
From a brother who's smooth like a criminal
I mean subliminal
Otherwise known as a villain
Because I'm ruthless
When I spot a sucka, I kill 'em
But most I think know not to deal with me
Yo, it's obvious, tell 'em who you came to see
EAZ-Y...
Yeah 'cuz this is the way I know you like it
So you won't strike it
I took it and I hyped it
And now that it's done, I know ya pleased
At how the E just duz it with ease
Just imagine a crowd screamin', a girl dreamin'
Just to get a picture of me 'n' my B-O-Y-Z
From the H-double-O-D
N.W.A., down with me
Strong 'n' I'm ragin'
Turn the page 'n'
See I'm not a son of a gun
I'm a gauge 'n'
Nuthin' can avoid this shot 'cause it's hittin'
It's so cool when you touch it, wear a mitten
I'm comin' off raw into ya speaker
Makin' the suckas on the street feel weaker
But most I think know not to deal with me
Yo, it's obvious, tell 'em who you came to see
EAZ-Y...
Aw, never, I'm just too clever
So, in fact, that no one can sever
A blow from a maniac and yo, I make it clear
So a register is all I hear
Money overturned, then I jet
To make another hit, for you to go and get
Record stores sold out because you love it
Another example of how Eazy duz it
EAZ-Y
Wanna Be A Balla, Shot Caller, Twenty Inch Blades, On The Impala, Caller Gettin' Laid Tonight Swisher Rolled Tight Got Sprayed By Ike. Hit The Highway, Makin' Money The Fly Way, But It's Gotta Be A Better Way, Better Way, Better Way, Yeauh.
Oh, Yeah, Lets Take A Trip Lets Sit Back And Light A Split For This And Don't Slip On The Funky Dog Track Jump Back Strapped To The Fat Boudasac And The Southern A Plack Go Clean Gansta Lean I Got Green But I Serve Doves Like It Ain't No Thing I Hang With OG Players Don't Set Traps Boy Ya Might Get What We Call A Rat Pack I Don't Slack When It Comes To Street I Kick Real G Funk To A Ganster Beat Its So Sweet When Ya Got Money To Spend I Got A Proper Big Bills In A Provict Bench I Make Ends Spend My Dough On A MoFo That's How It Is And Thats How It goes Hey, Like Ya Know When I Drink Real Slow Givin' Love To The Players That I Know Whats Real
Wanna Be A Balla, Shot Caller, Twenty Inch Blades, On The Impala, Caller Gettin' Laid Tonight Swisher Rolled Tight Got Sprayed By Ike. Hit The Highway, Makin' Money The Fly Way, But It's Gotta Be A Better Way, Better Way, Better Way, Yeauh.
God Dump On Fools With The Quickness And They Got No Jewel For The Sickness I Get Paid For The Way I Get This Like A G-ster An OG-Ster
Ha, Who's There
A Real Player Named Eazy And I Live My Life Straight Crazy Don't Need No Punk Fools Payin' Me And Broke Groupies And Hoochies Don't Phase Me I Take Two Steps Back I Release Myself To Put Platinum And Gold On A Record Shelf I Don't Brag But I Tell It How It Straight Up Is Before You Do A Record Partner Handle Your Buisness And Don't Think About Slippin' On Under Or You Might Wonder Whats On Demand I Call A Spaid To Get Paid G Showed The Way So I Give Love To 'Em
Wanna Be A Balla, Shot Caller, Twenty Inch Blades, On The Impala, Caller Gettin' Laid Tonight Swisher Rolled Tight Got Sprayed By Ike. Hit The Highway, Makin' Money The Fly Way, But It's Gotta Be A Better Way, Better Way, Better Way, Yeauh.
Nobody Move, Nobody Get Hurt Thats How It Is When It Comes To Me 'Cuz I'm The Short But Quick A Player Named Eazy Women Can't Play Me, Some Say I'm Crazy But I Don't Think So, Tell Me If You're Loco I Give A Damn About A Scandalous Trick, Lemme Get One Hit, The Trick, That's It, But Don't Trip I Give My Dope To No Foe Thats How It Is I Got No Love For Ya
Well it be the real niggaz back
With that hard street shit
Bitch niggaz be pissin a fit
But I say fuck 'em, when I buck 'em
Its that nigga with the cool and mellow shit
For your ass takin' niggaz back through the past
All up on my nutz shit be swingin' like a fist
Can't even take a piss
If I did niggaz would cut they wrist
In a muthaphukkin candy 4
Beat that ass with the switch
Then blast on the bitch
Who was all in my shit
Its that nigga Ren back for the 9-5
They say real niggaz was dead
But this nigga be alive
So I'm puttin' it down wit that nigga E uh-huh
For all of my niggaz in the C-P-T
So here we go again with part 3 of the script
Makin bitch made niggaz bite they lip, when we dip
So tell me how the phuck do it feel
Tah get hit wit Tha Muthaphukkin Real
Tha Muthaphukkin Real
Shouts going out to the hardcore hip-hop
Tha Muthaphukkin Real
Buckin' these niggaz till they drop
Now everythings good in my hood
And its on and pop and Eazy-Muthaphukkin-E
From East Side South Compton
Str8 givin' up the real
On how a nigga feel talk that shit
Muthaphukkaz caps get peeled
Layin' low in the cut
Gettin how than a muthaphuka niggaz knows whats up
I'm that gangsta, gangsta is that what there still yellin'
Nigga G to a T saggin' and bailin'
Live by the gun you know what I'm sayin' Ren
"Yea"
So I guess I'll die by that muthaphukka then
So when I die niggaz bury me
Make sure my shit reads Eazy-Muthaphukkin-E
And it's a fact to be exact my tombstone should read:
He Put Compton On That Map
And thats how a nigga feel
When I'm givin' up Tha Muthaphukkin Real
Tha Muthaphukkin Real
Shouts going out to the hardcore hip-hop
Tha Muthaphukkin Real
Buckin' these niggaz till they drop
Tha Muthaphukkin Real
Niggaz be pissin' on they self
When the real niggaz drop
While they rollin' in they shit
Hittin' corners on the block
Niggaz fresh out the Pen with 2 strikes
Be bumpin' this real shit every phukkin night
It's alright niggaz
It's 2 hard muthphukkaz on tha streetz
It's the nigga M.C. Ren and the Nigga Eazy
Does it ya wish the fuck that you could do it
Got a Nine Millameter don't make me have to shoot it
Who gives a fuck about the police
Cause I'm the main muthphukka that break the peace
Now let me know how the phuck do you feel
Gettin' hit wit Tha Muthaphukkin Real
Tha Muthaphukkin Real
Shouts going out to the hardcore hip-hop
Tha Muthaphukkin Real
Buckin' these niggaz till they drop
Yeah Keepin' it real for the 9-5
For all you niggaz out there
Thats true to the muthaphukkin game
N.W.A.'s back in this bitch
And busta ass niggaz don't even understand it
1 2 3 and to the 4
Eazy mutherfuckin E with the crome to ya dome
Cruising in my 64 ragtop
I got alotta juice alotta fuckin block
Now when i hit that switch im bouncin
More bounce to the ounce and im clownin
Keep the gat in my lap
Cuz im fully strapped
For the carjackas ,but no haps cuz i pack the tech 9'
1 2 3 and to the 4
Eazy mutherfuckin E with the crome to ya dome
Cruisin in my 64 ragtop
I got alotta juice alotta fuckin block
Now when i hit that switch im bouncin
More bounce to the ounce and im clownin
Keep the gat in my lap
Cuz im fully strapped
For the carjackas ,but no haps
Cuz i pack the tech 9' plus an ak47
Send a one way ticket to my hell or maybe heaven
Peep nigga i dont sleep
Bury mutherfuckers in the concrete
You try to creep kinda slow in the astro
But i peep you niggaz out in my left window
So i blast and i blast 'til i blast no more
Yo they call a mutherfucker john doe
Old nigga E still cruisin
Cruisin down the street in my 64
1, 2, 3 and to the 4
Pumps in the trunk of that cherry red '64
Im riding with the ghost of Eazy hoppin the leany
He watching for demons
Nigga if you try me then im cocking the nina
Begging lucifer to gimmie a reason
To have a hundred thou. cash brought down to the precinct
Ima make bail money, this rap shit is a monopoly
And i got property, thats get out of jail money
Nigga i came from poverty
Shoot-outs, gang-banging, and robberies
Car-jacking, snatching Mata's impalas
Do that with or without the ... going inside of me
Hop out the ride and empty the 45 into his body
Im not to be fucked with
Whether im straight out of Compton
Or straight out of Cashville on that Young Buck shit
Terrorizing Whoo Kid 24/7
'til 1 of you niggas put me with Eazy in heaven.
Old nigga E still cruisin
("Str8 off tha streetx of Compton,dedicated and by most suckas
hated. But I got something I want you mutha fuckas to know I
really dont give a fuck, hahaha.")
Niggaz aint shit in the 90's I dont trustem and bitches on my
dick but they aint shit so mutha fuckem. Eazy knows whats up cuz
see he really dont give a fuck cuz it dont concern me if dont
pertain to money or a nut. But then again I talk to a few of my
friends 9 times outta 10 bout some endz or some skinz. Cuz Im tha
type of nigga that gotta have it like a rabbit,rappn is my hustle
bustn ho's is a habbit.I stab it like a true no good nigga
should,I do it the way a down OG nigga would. And now Niggaz know
Eric Wright aint no busta,Another platnium cut from tha Compton
Thugsta, My name is "Eazy-E"
"Eazy Mutha Fuckn E, A real Nigga, Born and Raised in Mutha Fuckn
Compton, This ones dedicated to you busta ass niggaz ,you know
who you are. Smoke a fat ass joint to this BITCH!!!HAHAHAH"
I dont think Im all this or that but Im all me original Gangsta
E-A-Z-Y-E. Down from tha Jump now Im ending with tha bizya,still
rollin in my 6-4 on them thizangs. Do wicked shit,cuz shit is
wicked on the streetz and from what my eyes see the wickedness
will never cease. Bitches on my dick and ya know Im running yall
so ya just sold your soul to tha mutha fuckn devils son in law.
Wicked as could be Eazy-E got tha flow.LEAVING A SMELL OF DEATH
ON THA ROW FOR SURE(or Show). And a ho cant make me or break me
but she can take me to a motel and work a niggaz smell.Cuz Im
"Eazy-E"
"Yeah,suck on these nutz mutha fucka's, Get with tha real and
quit faking tha funk. And oh yeah,stay off my dick,haha,really
doe,hahaha"
I let my demons loose when I hit tha 8 juice, and I leave a trail
of stiff's when Im high off of a spliffs.Niggaz talk shit so I
talk a lot of shit to, Niggaz want diss fuck them and their whole
crew. In fact nigga thank ya for stocking a niggaz bank up yeah
Im living swell but Im gangsta like Dresta,no NOT tha
Doctor,physician,or the MD, Dresta's an OG Doc is a PHONY. Only
the real real can chill with me and tha rest cant fuck with E.
Cuz Im tha OG that'll bring ya down,tha devils son in law KING of
tha underground. Good to go with tha flow that I throw,giving ya
more to let a mutha fucka know. That I can get wreck on tha set
and make ya slow cuz yeah know I aint a joke Im a mutha fuckn Loc
and my name is "EAZY-E"
"Eazy Mutha Fuckn E,but you bitches can just call me E.A real
nigga from tha CPT. Kickn ass and asking questions later...Oh
yeah,dont get smoked Loc...And Im out.....Mutha Fucka's (echo
Sippin on a 40
Sippin on a 40
Aye Yo lets roll to the store
Eazy-E so we can buy us some O.E.
40 oz. gettin' a buzz with the thuggz
In the neighborhoods black
But buy you a couple of extra one's for the neighborhood
Nigga you be drinkin' out my bottle
Bitch thats bullshit still got semen on ya lips
From the homies dick
Trick yo the home girl
But sit you like a loose goose
So gimmie a couple of dollars
So I can bring you back a duece duece
Well bring B.G. Knocc Out back a muthaphukkin 40 o.
So me and my nigga Big Boy can go and cop some indo
And well be right back at you niggaz with a quick fast
Dresta don't forget to buy ya couple of packs of Zig-Zags
Sippin on a 40
(8-ball rollin')
(nick name Eazy-E)
Sippin on a 40
(8-ball rollin')
(Drinkin' like a mad man yes I do)
Back to the store all the 40 o's were kinda hot
Get the shit or not
Naw Lets roll to another spot
Back in the four to another store
I told you the store on 124th keep the cold brew
Make a right
The Store ain't in sight
Nigga it's right pass the next light
Pass across the light
Now heres what you gotta do
Get in ya left lane and make a muthaphukkin U
Lets get at least 10 40's and at least 10 22's
That should be enough for the whole muthaphukkin crew
Plus they got indo a niggas gonna be double blitz
Oh give me some Zig-Zags and 2 packs of Double Mint
Sippin on a 40
(8-ball rollin')
(nick name Eazy-E)
Sippin on a 40
(got the 8-ball rollin')
Yo Dresta
Whats up
Did you bring back some gum?
Hell yeah
Good now a nigga breath won't be yo hum
Now pass me a stick
So I can spit game at this trick
Cause beer breath and tricks don't mix
Y'all don't give a fuck what a punk bitch stank
Cause my breath always stank every time I take a drank
40's I be downin' I'm Drownin' my self
Let me hit the joint and I'll be clowin' everybody else
You wont be clowin' me
Cause I got dose for your trick ass
Oh bitch you tryin' tah bag
I got dose for your bitch ass
Well let me hit the joint
Once again and we can go G but
Oh let me take a sip off the O.E.
Sippin on a 40
(8-ball rollin')
[Intro]
Comp-ton
Comp-ton
Comp-ton
Real muthaphuckkin G's...
Real muthaphuckkin G's...
Real Muthaphuckkin G's...
[Verse One]
Hey Yo doctor, here's another proper crack
and it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
and let that real shit provoke, so you's a wanna be 'loc
and you'll get smoked and i hope that yer fans understand
when ya talk about playin me, the same records that ya
makin' is payin me
Motherfuck Dre
Motherfuck Snoop
Motherfuck Death Row
Yo, and here comes me left blow
'cuz i'm the E-A-Z-Y-E, and this is the season
to let the Real motherfuckin G's in, ya like a kid ya
found a pup and now yer dapper, but tell me where the
fuck ya found ya found an anorexic rapper
talkin 'bout who ya go squabble with and who ya shoot
you're only 60 pounds when yer wet and wearin boots
damn E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day
But Dre Day only met Eazy's pay day
all of a sudden Dr Dre is a G thang, but on his
old album cover he was a she thang
so Nigga please, Nigga please don't step to deez
motherfuckin' Real G's
Yo Dre, what's up? [bang]
Yo Dre, what's up? [bang]
Now take it to the rapper, claimin to be dapper then
the Dresta, softer then a bitch but portrayed the roll
gangster, ain't broke a law in yer life, yet every time you rap
you yap about the guns and knifes, just take a good look
and the Nigga, and you'll capture the fact, that the bastard is
simply just an actor, who mastered the bang and the slang
and the Mental, of Niggaz in Compton, wattz, and South Central
never ever once have you ran with the turf, yet in every verse you
claim you used to do the dirt, but tell me who's a witness
to your fuckin work, so ya never had no buiness, so
save the drama jerk, Niggaz straight kill me
knowin that they pranksters, this is going out to
you studio gangsters,see i did dirt, put in work, so
many Niggaz can vouch that, so since i got stripes
i got the right to rap about that, but Niggaz like you
i gotta hate ya, i'm tired of Suburbian Niggaz talkin about
they come from projects
knowin ya ain't seen the parts of the streets G
think ya tryin bang around the time of the peace treaty
wearin khackis and ya mob while ya ryhme, little fag
tried to sag, but he's gettin flooded at the same time,
and ya set don't accecpt ya, so ya scared to kick it with yer homies
'cuz ya know they don't respect ya, So Nigga please check
nuts before ya step to deez, motherfuckin Real G's
[Verse Three]
Well, it the Knocc Out, definition orginal baby gangster
approach me like you hard, motherfucker i'mma bank ya
shank ya, with my fuckin shank, if i havta
Dr Dre an Snoop Dogy Dogg are fuckin actors
pranksters, studio gangsters, busters
but this time yer dealin with some real motherfuckers
G's, Nigga please, don't try to step
because if ya do, then a peeled cap is all that would be left
see, young Niggaz like me, will break ya off somthin,
claimin my city, but Dre you ain't from Compton
Niggaz like ya'll is what i call Wanna be's it aint shit compared
to Real Motherfuckin' G's
stop em their tracks show em that im ruthless...
Yo Dre, What's up? [bang]
Yo Dre, what's up? [bang]
I never met an OG who never did shit wrong
ya tried to dis the Eazy-E so now Nigga it's on you
and ya Doggy Dogg, think yer all honk and shit
both of you bitches, can come and suck my Doggy's dick
beatin a bitch don't make ya shit, but then agian some Niggaz
think it makes a man, Damn it's a trip
how a Nigga could switch so quick from wearin lipstick
to smokin on Chronic at picnics, and now ya think yer bigger
but to me you ain't nothin but a bitch ass Nigga
who ain't worth a food stamp, but at
Deat Row, i hear yer gettin treated like Boot camp
gotta follow yer seargents directions, or get yer ass
pumped with a Smith and Wesson, learn a lesson from the E
Stay in your place and don't step to Real motherfuckin G's
Yo Dre, What's up? [bang]
boy ya should have known by now..
Yo Dre (what's up?) [Bang]
Boy ya should have known by now...
Yo Dre (what's up?) [bang]
Only if you want it
Yes I really want it
Can I get an eye open up
Eazy locin' up
Smokin' up
Much dust like a nut what
Give it up for the real stuff
Shut the what up
Back the shut up what
Hustler from the hood hoe
Hopin' and mud rub
The finishin' touches
Would sure went rubbers
Comin' in bunches
Could serve like lunches
Hold ya horses here's where the source is
Not very tall but never took a short kid
With a clip to claw
Wouldn't draw Mcgraw
I trick a law before all and all I'm raw
A naughty shorty, sporty with a forty
A laddy takin' tours, just to plan an orgy
A nasty critter, any hoe hitter
Hated my babysitter cause she wouldn't let me hit her
Now get up on it, on and on get on it
And I will pump it, only if you want it.
Only if you want it
Yes I really want it
Here's something from the ding dong cause
I really care how long ya been strong grown
Here comes the switch dome chrome
Couldn't hang with the king
Out the rudder but I call for a yes y'all toots
My style is just as fresh as a dusch bush
I face ya fact throw a heck just like woody wooder
And if I left that means I should of booger
Here's a new track, for all the jacks
I'm kickin' it the hardest so gimmie my shoes back
So I live when I step it's the pimp
And I rep so make a right and get left quick
So try to play strong and long gone
The flow is kinda funky but far from Armstrong
Get up on it, on and on get on it
And I will pump it, only if you want it.
Only if you want it
Yes I really want it
Ooooooh a new jack! a new jack!
Kid I swear I saw a puddy cat
Back back smack, here comes a witty black
Endin' in a skull high I'm bout to show why
Eazy's fillin' caps cause my gat's in the low ride
Bang when the gat sneaks, two in the back seat
My homie rides shotgun waitin' to spot one
Duh is a fool who don't ride to slide to a ride
I'm shudder shakin' the place when I start hey
So don't butter, Eazy-E but a park hey
The only thing to flow these now to be fly is a feather
I see the smilin' faces of while they sick
Ya know me better, hard Rodney kid
Gettin' Cali kid, now ya know it boy
Left up in the alley dead
Now get up on it, on and on get on it
And I will pump it, only if you want it.
Only if you want it
Hey Yella
Kick that shit
199-muthaphukkin-E
The muthaphukkin year
Of the real muthphukkin' G's
And we gonna do this shit like this...
Nigga eva deadly
Ya just don't know who ya fuckin' wit
So I suggest get in ya shit and keep truckin' bitch
Before I get my gat ya pressure case
Blast, blast I leave my gang bang layin' on ya face
I tattoe Dre name on my chest
Cross it out just another nigga that I X-ed huh
And you won't see R.I.P.
You'll see P.N.D.
A Punk nigga deceased yeah
And the bitch that was yours will be mine buddy
All because ya woofed on a nigga that was nutty
And I had to make an example
Nigga thinks I'm crazy now but that was just a sample
Of a nigga with street wise reality
That don't give a fuck type Compton mentality
I stare back death right in the face
Contemplate my last day on and everyday base
Cause a nigga neva know when he go
I hope it only takes one shot
Cause I don't wanna die slow
My funeral will be full of my peers
People that neva gave a fuck about me droppin'
Threw me tears
I hope I'm in the casket face down
So all you muthaphukkaz can kiss my black ass now
And fuck all that cryin' all night
Just be happy that I'm rid of this fucked up life
Yeah, and now you see you can't handle me
I give a shout to Tonel and the Ruthless Phuckin Family.
Out wit the old in with the muthaphukkin new
But check dis shit out I got somebody for ya bitch....
Muthaphukka
Now it's about time for the Sylk to speak
Check dat ass last weak
You off the chronic and you tweak
Speak when I feel
Cause I'm as real as they come
I'm a bitch with a gun
Neva run ain't for none
So step, step up
If ya wanna test ya luck trick
Sister like Sylk
Don't really giva a fuck bitch
Punk bitches wanna step phony speak howdy doody
I make ya self break ya self bitch you neva new me
Yours truly no longer layin' in the cut
Steady phuckin' shit up
Neva see me shakin' my butt I strut
Like a gangsta bitch no not a pranksta bitch
I'm quick to gank a bitch trick
Peep game at this bitch as I shoot this
Gangsta bitch steppin' rollin' wit da Ruthless.
The R-U-T-H-L-E double S
Yo it's the nigga knocc out
Claim the block so nigga whats next
Try to step and flex and get wrecked like a mac truck
I'm kickin', tah spittin' this funky shit to make a quick phat buck
I'm doggin' a dog you suckaz can't talk bout tip flip I rip shit
I'm stressin' "Damn cuz", "Pick it back up"
Chillin up in the studio
With the Ruthless Family
Fuck the Death Row Posse
Yo them fools cannot handle me
Snoop and Andre ya come and try to fade the
Loc'ed out, Compton, Original Baby Gangsta
1-8-7's how we do it on the West
Ya say ya shit is Chronic but to me it's more like stress
Or should I say make my shit the stronic
Tha Dogg Pound don't wanna step to the atomic dog
D-O-T-K-N-O-Double-C-O-U-T so muthaphukka come and phuck wit me.
"Come On", "Come On"
"This is just a little something to keep ya ass in check
Ruthless Muthaphukkin' Family ya still in effect"
"This is just a little something to keep ya ass in check
Ruthless Muthaphukkin' Family" "Kick That Shit"
Jealousy is a muthaphukka when your the man
With the other hand I don't give a shit
Clock a grip like no other can
Wanna be like me be a G like me
But I'm the nigga that made a G
Outta the bitch D-R Eazy
I was the captain
Dre was my sidekick
Everything was cool
Till he wanted to get what I get
Any other real G Eazy-Muthaphukkin-E
Now claimin' you a G
We're sitting here with Eazy E
Believe that
How are you doing ?
Allright
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 a name, yo I ain't no lover
I'm a pimp, mack daddy, lookin for the dollar
At thirteen I bought a six-fo' 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, gank for your stereo
Hard and raw, no regard for the law
Eazy E, were you ever caught slipping?)
Hell no! Just trippin off 8-ball
And girls ain't nothin but female dogs to me
Bitches! 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" somebody?
Wait... for some people to leave
I got another trick up my sleeve
Step with pep to the back of the house
Look then... 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 timing
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
Shht, I think somebody's comin
Hear the front door key, and I flee
out the back door 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 ran
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 hit list
Can't be caught, sought or fought
thought, and damn so what?
Down and dirty from the C-P-T
N-W-A and Eazy-E
One more, before we end this session
What's your real name?)
Gimmie this, gimmie that, gimmie this, gimmie that
Bitch, step back and don't try to jack
"But mister dopeman, dopeman, can I get a hit?"
No, hoe but you can get my duck sick...
But let me finish my story as I was sayin'
I told you lil locs aint playin'
Gotta roll with the bunches
Cant help the travellin' bunches
Now aint that somethin'
Just a case a few niggaz try to trip
Bone-out, put on my skimask
And come back blastin'
Cause niggaz my height don't fight
My name is Eazy-E
You're mothafuckin' right
They must to thought I was a busta
Wearin' your bullet-proof vest
So what's next?
I got my nine fitted up with deadline
And don't let me hit the wetbomb
So watcha wanna do?
The red, white and blue, I got some for you too
Cause it gonna be on when i'm kickin' down my dough
So say hello to my new 44...
I'm a type of nigga...
That smokes mothafuckaz...
That smokes mothafuckaz...
I don't give a fuck fuck...
Smoke mothafuckaz...
I'ma smoke mothafuckaz...
Cause I'm the "E"
So you can kiss my black ass
Fuck the white house, it aint my house
So you can burn the mothafucka down for all I care
Cause t-shirts and khakies is all I wear
I'm from the city where they show no pitty
For a punk ass mark in the park
Blow his brains out, stuck him in the bushes
Take his gat, leave his ass for the rats
And let me hit that cisco, I got a 187 on my pistol
Warrant by the LAPD
Key for puttin' in work out my trade
Because the president never simp
One dumb dog to my residents
I'm goin' crazy like 1980
I need my ends, fuck you, pay me
Or I'ma have to get the strap
My nutty O.G. buddy Big Black
I make you shit in your pants
And shake like jelly
So tell off my homie said hello...
I'm a type of nigga...
That smoke mothafuckaz...
That smoke mothafuckaz...
I don't give a fuck...
Smoke mothafuckaz...
Smoke mothafuckaz...
Like it aint no thang...
You cant check a checker
But when you wanna try let me know
I got the strecher on stand-by
Starvin' for a nigga like you
The things is much bigger
Than the trigger
So I can show how to put in work:
The Ruthless-network drive-by experts
Straight outta compton kickin' up dust
The place where guns don't get a change to rust
I warned them and they still approached me
Now I got two more golf-hats for my trophy
I got a brand new trend, it's killin' men
Who is that? That's my little friend...
I don't give a fuck...
I don't give a fuck...
I don't give a fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck...
I don't give a fuck...
I don't give a fuck...
Smoke mothafuckaz...
Hahahah 5150,,,,hahahahah tha home for tha sick hahahahah
But I got something I want everybody to know
Hahahahahahahaha
Hey buddy boy, hey buddy (pisp) (pisp) buddy boy, hey,
You know who you are mutha fucker. hahahahah
You thought I couldnt do it with out ya right, hahahahahah
You stupid mutha fucka, but anyway, buddy, Im Baaaaaaack
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahahahahahaa
Yo Dre man, I take this bitch out to the movies and shit man we're kissin'
and grindin' and shit, so we hop in the back seat, you know man, this bitch
rubbin' all over my dick and frontin' like she's gonna give me the pussy,
man, and the bitch said three words, man:
Stop, No and Don't
I said BIIIITTTTTCCHH
You don't have to front on me dear,
So why don't you just give that pussy here?
If you'd be good to me,
Oh I'll be good to you,
and we'll both ride home in my automobile.
All that I want is a little puss
All that I want is just a little head
If you'd be good to me
Ohh I'll be good to you
and we'll both ride home in my automible
You don't have to front on me bitch,
Don't be afraid - it's only a dick
Give up the pussy soon,
All I want is a little,
or get your groopy ass out my hotel room
or get your groopy ass out my hotel room
All I want is the pussy
All I want is the pussy
All I want is the pussy
All I want is the pussy
If you'd be good to me,
oh I'll be good to you,
and we'll both ride home in my automobile
First up high on a roof top
Like a bird I'm havin' evil thoughts
A black hood covers my face
And death flows through my mind at it's own pace
Sometimes I feel like a super hero
Urgin' to free my kind
I'm so accurate
I shoot ya heart with a dime
Now I'm back to the moral of my tale
I see a victim, and then my thoughts fail
My minds still fumblin' with the present slavery
I'm here to save you but who's to save me
I hold my strap so long that my palms all wet
I put finger on the fit and then the side a check
I make the kill here's the deal
After the trigger's pulled then the death is sealed
So it's the shots that sing out like a piper
Everyones scared I'm the neighborhood sniper
So my boy is a snitch
I put my gun up to his head
And simply scared the bitch boo
Being the E ya know I'm thinkin' devious thoughts
Take off ya clothes nigga and here comes a plot
His bitch was scared she made a move I pulled the trigger
Now the rumors rare
Now there's nothing left but a snitch
Here's a four leaf clover punk make a wish
three strikes your out
This nigga is dead and now I'm lookin' for a window
I made my escape the cops chase
Duckin' to an alley so they don't recognize my face
The boy had to pay the piper
So they all stayin' fair of a neighborhood sniper
I'm Doin' dirt as I continue my mission
Killin' all fools as an addiction
As a E lovin' the game leavin a shame
And in my heart I feel no muthafuckin' pain
Because my heart is cold as I was told
And my A.K.47 I stand bold
Rippin' up shit with the fury of my gun shot
Pop pop pow as I watch the muthafucka drop
Lovin' the site as the blood spill
Take a photograph, to keep in my hard as I was sayin' calm
And never hyper as I succeed in my mission
L(reprated)
LA is the place
I'm not a renegade but you wish I was
Just cuz I like 2 hang wit da boyz n the hood
Live in LA always chill on the west coast
A tilly mogul got it close just I mean to boast
I said whassup we'll who be ridin on you
Nickname eazy-e and I'm down wit da crew
Come talkin that trash
We'll burn your car
He let the brun(k)(it's not the bronx?)
It's LA
But just as hard
Don't get me wrong I like to brag on the city I own
Subway rtd don't ride it alone
You might have silly thoughts that we're insane
But the city I'm from let me explain
In LA there things you do not do
First of all home-boy don't mess wit da crew
You might have silly thoughts that we're too soft
But don't play it sweet or get took off
One two, it's time to get l
LA Cal I forn ia(3x)
City of angels... hollywood
We love it
I turned you on to the best females in the world
I wish they all could be california girls
Like the east where you girls where too many coats
Bring your clothesie
Runny noiseie
With a sore throat
That the girls in the south I cannot bust
Because the girls are fly and down with us
In the valley not the alley
In pina not valley
Eazy-e that's me
Always chip and fally
Hollywood's a bit of beef
Where the scene is raw
Oh yeah the strip is a trip on
South crenshaw
Don't get me wrong I like to brag on the city I own
Boy you walk do what?
Don't walk alone
Because
In LA there things you do not do
First of all home-boy don't mess with the crew
You might have silly thoughts that we're too soft
But don't play it sweet or get took off
L(repeated)
LA is the place
Build with the brother who build old school
Ge'll ge'll lill stuff of that beat box (get get
Get a little stuff of that beat box)
West coast style from LA
Yes I get's mine, it's got to be that way
It's sunny california that's where I be
If you forgot I chill with e
In the west I stand that's where you fall
Fell it where a punk goes snatching it all
Rhyme by rhyme record by e
In the city of l
With a devil like me
She's contaminated where the boys are hard
And people like me don't perpetrate the fraud
You wanna mess around
You better get wise
We'll find your but
And cut you down to size
Because
In LA there things you do not do
First of all home-boy don't mess with the crew
You might have silly thoughts that we're too soft
But don't play it sweet or get took off
LA Cal I forn ia(3x)
City of angels... hollywood
We love it
Because
In LA there things you do not do
First of all home-boy don't mess with the crew
You might have silly thoughts that we're too soft
Aaaah, this is one of them songs
you can kick back and smoke a joint to
And get real fucked up
I like to dedicate this one to all the lovely young ladies out there
Oh me? I'm Eazy E, alias a Hoe Taming Motherfucker
And I want all you ladies to know something
I'd rather fuck with you all goddamn night,
cause your pussy's good
Now I'm fucking al your friends,
cause you ran your mouth like I knew you would
You were bragging to your friends,
saying Eazy E knows how to fuck
So bring your ass in here and give me some,
so I can bust a nut
I'd rather fuck you, yeah (said I'd rather fuck you)
I'd rather fuck with you,
cause I like the way you scream my name
I know you like this dick,
cause you enjoy the pleasure and pain
Now I'm riding on this pussy here,
and I'm gonna stiop
We can do it doggystyle,
and you can get on top
Whoo boy, I'd rather fuck you, yeah
Ineed you baby, whoo, I'd rather fuck you
I'd rather fuck with you
I'd rather fuck with you,
cause the other bitches wanna wine and dine
I better hurry up and bust a nut,
cause it's check out time,
She said she wanted me to eat the pussy,
well I think I'll pass
So get your ass up you funky bitch,
Cruisin' down tha street in my '64
Verse One:
It's like that and it's like this
I took her to tha pad and we started tah kiss
Now my dick's on hard ya know what I'm thinkin'
Took tha panties off and the pussy wasn't stinkin'
Pulled off my draws and we started to begin
Now tha pussy's wet so my dick slides in
Oh, hiddy hiddy hiddy you hoe
Ridin' from the back so I'm fuckin' kinda slow
So fee fie foe fuck fum
She's scratchin' on my back oh here she comes
Now I gotta get a nutt gotta get a nutt gotta get it quick
Ya know because I love this shit so
Gimmee that, that, that nutt
Gimmee that, Gimmee that, Gimmee that nutt
Okay back back to the fuckin' basics
You got yours and mine ya want tah taste it
Open wide oh no don't 'cha waste it
Oh shit all over ya face kid
Ya know ya know one thing
You know me I like to slang
That dick you know what so roll over girl while I stick it in ya
But I'll turn it wild while I'm ridin' that ass scream and shout
My name is the same
Just another pussy that I had tah tame soooooooo
uh, get it on baby
uh, get it on baby
uh, get it on baby (lick my ballz honey)
Now I love pussy (love pussy)
And pussy loves me (pussy loves me)
Like a lemon to the lime and the bubble to the bee
Ya know its real good a nigga can't resist it (it's real good)
Couldn't be a foot loop (can't be a fag) so don't get me twisted
'Cuz in some pussy is the place tah be
Always fuckin' is the life for me
Spread them legs open far and wide
Fuck this shit just let me put my dick inside soooooooo
uh, get it on baby
uh, get it on baby
I got beat for the street
Ta pump in ya jeep
Or in ya caravan wid da homies kinda deep
Somking on a thai stick feeling kinda hight wit
Ya passenger seat occupied by a fly bitch
Rolling in ya lo-lo
Cut list all ya MCs
Slap in the hip-hop
Ta hell wit the ?tempres?
Modern day gangsta from the underground
Yay, niggas roll around wid tha boomin' ass sound
Got the 6-4 kinda low as we bouncing
On the grapevine rolling deep to Magic Mountain
Hoes on ya jock everytime ya hit a corner
Because ya rolling twisted on the gold Daytonas
Frontin' on the regular, talking on ya cellular
Acting like ya don't hear the little bitches
Yelling ya name at the bus stop ya don't stop
Ya mash on the gas roll right by they ass
Slap Dresta in the dash yeah,
Guranteed to hear something sweet uh,
Gangsta Beat 4 Tha Street
Guranteed to hear something sweet yeah,
Gangsta Beat 4 Tha Streetz
I got beat for the street
Drop a rag top four
Got my strap under the seat just in case
I have ta check a hoe
?Menage a trois? on the scene
Rolling through the C-P-T
Turn up the hump soundz
We grooving to the mellow beat
Mad dogging like bitches
Hitting me up like I'ma banger
Cause niggas can't stand ta see us
Sitting on some danas
When we came up all of tha fools
Running drag thinking ya gone 'n
Put tha twist I ain't tweaking
Drop ya putting the lock on it yeah!
Beat for tha street
I love ta hear it pumpin in my lo-lo
Hitting my switches and running tha bitches
And now I'm bustin' mo hoes
Roll up to tha spot
Me hop out and hit tha chirp-chirp
Bail in put on some proper shorts and a proper shirt
Just clowning cause hoes are in the house
Riding my dick because I got fame,
And my name is B.G. KnoccOut
Asking ta be in my next vide-o
Get tha 7 digits slap that ass
And step to ya hoe
Now I'm off like a G flee to the C-P-T
See my niggas on the block getting tipsy
I pulled up and start tearing up the street
And guess what's in my muthaphukkin' deck,
Gangsta Beat 4 Tha Street
I got beat for the street
To tha beach I'll be rolling
Neva see me strolling
40s I'll be holding
Girls in the daisies
Drive Eazy crazy
Rolled up my windows
As I turned on my A-C
Rolling down Crenshaw see tha hoes jocking
Sunday nights popping
See tha foes hopping
My stereo's bump
And that A-T-L funk
You can call it what ya want
Either way the shit bumps
(Damn Right!)
Being a gangsta is so neat yeah,
Gangsta Beat 4 Tha Street
Being a gangsta is so neat yeah,
Gangsta Beat 4 Tha Street
Being a gangsta is so neat yeah,
Gangsta Beat 4 Tha Street
Being a gangsta is so neat yeah,
[Dre]
Yo man I don't think they heard you
why don't you tell 'em what ya name is.
[Eazy-E]
My name is Eazy yeah this is true
keepin' your attention is what I'm gonna do
hardcore yo I could never be soft
askin' me my defin' they say the boy goes off
fillin' up my memo with the touch of my rhyme
suckaz stayin' with me cause they know the time
quiet on the set because I'm about to begin
and if you didnt hear me boy I'll tell you again
my name is Eazy or just call me E
but It doesn't really matter to me
cause I'm the same person
whether serious or rehearsin'
I just gotta keep cursin'
this is for the radio so I better chill
they won't play it if I co get ill
but I'm like that and thats an actually fact
because the street is where my heart is at
yo I don't do dope but I'm dope not a dope
but I'm doper than anybody who trys to cope
if the rhyme I'm dispayin'
and the beat thats playin'
yo you could try all day
and you still won't match up with the Ruthless P.O.W.
cause Eazy's doin it Compton style
thats the city and you say you could get some
yo it's Eazy-er Said Than Dunn.
[Chorus]
Wooooooo!
Wooooooo!
[Eazy-E]
Now it's easy for me to get my point across
so listen up close if ya don't ya might get lost
I'm not a role model or a Dr. Seuss yo I'm a gangsta
and I'm about to get stupid
I guess its time for the trama
with the E-A-Z-Y-E comma now thats drama
so pay attention by the way I must mention
I'm comin' off hard in the third demention
with the glare
but you don't need no glasses to stare
it'll probably take you in and it's just like your there
with the E on the gangsta tip
so if you think I'm a flip or slip don't even trip
cause I'm a destroyer
my homie Dre is a doctor not a lawyer
dope mc employer on Ruthless and thats my label
to get the money, the women, and co bust the fat cable's
boy, master rhymers of toys
I mean str8 while ya suckin' with the girls enjoy
you must be sick or ya lonely
how ya gonna diss me if ya don't even know me
([Eazy - E:] Yo Ren)
([M.C. Ren:] What sup)
get the gat show 'em where it's at
and that's just the sound
and next time I'm peelin ya cap
to let ya know where I'm comin' from
Eazy said it and it shall Be Dunn.
[Chorus]
Wooooooo!
Wooooooo!
[Eazy-E]
Radio jams are the part of the cycle
eazy-er said than dunn yeah thats the title
rubbin' the lady's only the fly ones ya know
([M.C. Ren:] but would if she's lucky)
Eazy come Eazy go
don't ask to battle me home boy what's that
you wanna battle me boy ya better be strapped
cause where I'm from it ain't all about that playin'
[gun shots]
now that's what I'm sayin'
Sevy thought that I was born in '73
now everybody want's to know the A-G-E
girls on the tip fellaz too it seemed
had everybody thinkin' I was only 15
the fellaz would annoy me
the ladyz would adore me
and what was I to do Iwish they let the ladys thru
cause the ladyz I luv 'em
nice tender and soft
I hate male groupies so just step the hell off
I'm the real Eazy the others be fakin'
tryin' to game fame off the name I'm makin'
sayin' on your records you could get some
yo home boy its Eazy-er Said Than Dunn.
[Chorus]
Wooooooo!
(Alright Go)
This comes from the E Chapter 8 verse 10 and it reads
Its time to put some niggaz in check
When you shoot a gun, hot shells eject
Catch'em they get used as evidence
Only when they get brushed for finger prints
You ask Why am I like this?
Cuz you wanna hear about shit like this
So I tell it, how I know it, Just hope the fuck I dont show it
Niggaz out frontn, lottering and looting.
Lets recreate a drive by shooting
More brothers in a car blocks away
Waiting to spray, shotgun, Mack10 and an AK
They roll thru to a line of nigga's
It was 9 just like tha fuck they figured
Go around tha corner come back real slow
Lights off, cars in neutral, rolln at a snails pace and creepn
Hoping to catch all of them sleepn, a so called gang, drugs and sex (NWA)
Start busting a cap and all tha others jet,3 of'em fall to their doom
Pronounced dead at the scence, with gun shot wounds
3 dead cuz Compton is scanless.
I'd like to tell ya brother, Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust (Amen)
daaaaaaaaa, daaaaaaa, daaaaaaa
(You will now witness tha sound of ??) (We will now pass around tha hat)
Now I'mma Break it down and tell a story
About a nigga in the wrong territory
Sharon and Shide is who he had to meet
He made a right turn down the wrong street
Now whatta whatta whatta whatta pitty
A new jack in my muthafuckin' city
Compton that is
They say it's niggaz pimpin'
Gangsta limpin'
But back back to the nitty gritty
Bout this nigga slippin' in my fuckin' city
By the time that he realized that he fucked up
The stupid muthafucka got a foot in his ass
Now this is how the story goes
Don't you ever bring your ass
In my neiborhood fuckin' my hoes
Cause they my hoes and I knows
When they've been fucked
"Who's ready to get up and do my thang!"
"Doin' it you know!"
Now lets get the story about the bitches
and tell how this kid went from right to riches
Now he's drivin' fancy cars gettin' bitches galore
He was a dirty little boy that I knew next door
Mack the muthafuckin' Romey
The one and only my dicks to hard to be lonely
Now this muthafucka braggin' on how
He got all this and that and he got
All these bitches callin' him Big Daddy
Ain't that a bitch how this muthafucka
Get rich on my muthafuckin' street
Thats supposed to be my god damn money
and this bastard is use to wear platform
Shoes plad pants and nappy ass hat under
A fucked up hat now lets kick the story
About that
When the sun falls
and the shit falls down
So when people start comin' around
Knockin' at the door sayin' we want more
and moms wonderin' what the fuck they here for
Rock cocaine yea just as I figured
But he can do that cause he's that nigga
From Eazy Street on the road to riches
money, cars, houses, and hoes thats how the
Story goes and if the nigga stays up you
Know he can't be beat all this shit happens
on Eazy Street
Now back to the story about the bitches
About the what!
The bitches, the bitches, the bitches yo
The bitches that wanna get with me
The E, the A, the Z, the Y, the E
So whats up bitch you wanna play
Yo why don't you kiss whats behind the button display
my dick gets
Hiiiiiiiiiiigh up
Like Ballpark Franks baby
Plump when you cook 'em
You know what I mean
my dick gets
Hiiiiiiiiiiigh up
Higher than a muthafucka
Shit thats sure enough funky right there
Yo E kick some knowledge man explain to 'em
What you mean
Uh oh day
Day dum day
Come on baby why don't ya suck it this way
Aaaaah ooooh
Shit don't find the phillie baby
Let it all hang out
I feel it comin' (I feel it comin')
It's comin' out (it's comin' out)
Kick it one more time
Uh oh day
Day dum day
Come on baby why don't ya suck it this way
Aaaaah ooooh
Uh oh day
Day dum day
Come on baby why don't ya suck it this way
Aaaaah ooooh
Oh yeah E give me a solo
It all happens on Eazy Street
"I still express yo I don't smoke weed or sess"
BITCH!!!
Ah, greetings eartlings, and welcome to the motherfuckin'
wonderful, wonderful, motherfuckin world
of gettin higher than a motherfucker
Ohh me? I'm funk on your mind
alias to you motherfucker's roach clip
And this here's my Kimosabe dumpin shit on yo ass
and my nigga goes by the name of BG Ashtray
and we 365, that means we fucked up all the way around
And our motto is..
(Gettin higher than a motherfucker, down to tha last roach)
Creepn through this cloud of smoke
with a little bit of funk to make ya choke in
Gangstas come feel good inside
as we take you for a ride to another dimension
Deep from a 4-0 O-Z
Two crooked ass niggaz on a cosmic journey
Straight from the planet G
where the real niggaz dwell in the realms of Ruthless
Took a puff of the indo spliff
High like a bird as I creep to the bud spot
Break me off a proper piece so I can get fucked
with my nigga roachclip, BG Ashtray, dump that ash tray
Ruthless family, high as can be
Smoke that ?? psychadelically insane
and gettin higher than a motherfucker
(Gettin higher than a motherfucker, down to tha last roach)
As I step through the smoke
Deep from a land broke niggaz dont come to
Straight to Indonesia
Chronic fever step off punk we dont need ya
Blaze a blunt to the boogie
and come take a ride on a journey with a real G
life is easily explained on the level
of smokin bud with the motherfuckin Devil in my imagination
Sup with these thoughts what a fly creation
Indo smoke from the land of G'z
Letting them know they can't handle these
Niggaz, straight from the planet Dime
I have come to put funk on your mind
Eazy-E better known as Mr. Roach Clip
so pass the bud cuz we still gettin higher than a motherfucker
(Gettin higher than a motherfucker, down to tha last roach)
Now I'm real fucked up yes high as hell
Ring ding ding do I hear some bells
or am I just trippin
thinkin about that 4 that I'm dippin
Front, back, side to side
on corners that's how a nigga gotta ride
Dip to the, dip to the back
Bumpin' Eazy-E on 8 track
So blaze up a another skunky, funky, dookie, doobie,
so we can get loogied
Up some more, up, up it go
What's my name "Eazy-E" yo
The motherfuckin bud smokin' loc'n
when I'm high as a kite causing ruckus yeah!
gettin higher than a motherfucker
(Gettin higher than a motherfucker, down to tha last roach)
(Below is asked to E while music is still playing)
Substance
Mar-a-Mutha-Fuckn-Wana
Common slang names
Pot, grass, dope, weed, homegrown, sinsemilla,
Maui-wowie, thai sticks, joints, roaches, indica,
concentrated rezi called hash or hashish;
but some niggaz call it bud
Active Ingrediant
Tetra Hydro Cannabinol... THC
Source
Cannabis Sativa
Form a callogic classification
CNS Depressive Hallucigent
Medical Use
Experimental only,oh yeah we still testing...
and don't forget we still gettin higher than a motherfucker
[Intro:]
Yeah, gangsta Dresta steps in this muthafucka and this one goes out tah all
the O.G.'s out there and I can't forget about the baby gangstaz, what's up
niggaz, my
nigga they came back with some of that old school original west coast shit
nigga that
got all of y'all in this dig in the first place yeah so run that shit E, yeah
[Verse One:]
Cruisin' down tha street in my '64
Jackin' tha freaks clocking tha dough
Went to tha park tah get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there come shootin' some hoop
A car pulls up who can it be
A fresh El Camino rollin' Kilo G
He rolled down his window and he started to say
It's all about makin' that GTA
[Chorus:]
'Cuz tha boyz in tha hood are always hard
Ya come talkin' that trash we'll pull ya cord
Knowin' nuthin' in life but tah be legit
Don't quote me boy 'cuz I ain't said shit
(Straight up, straight up, straight up gangsta wrong nigga tah fuck wit
Straight up, straight up, straight up gangsta wrong nigga tah fuck wit)
[Verse Two:]
Dotomy's in tha place tah give me the pace
He said my man JD is on free-base
Tha boy JD was a friend of mine
'Til I caught him in my car trying tah steal a alpine
I chase him up tha street tah call a truce
Tha silly cluckhead pulls out a deuce deuce
Little did he know I had a loaded 12 gauge
One sucka dead L.A. Times front page
[Chorus]
(Punk, punk muthafuckaz like it ain't no thang,
Punk, punk muthafuckaz like it ain't no thang)
[Verse Three:]
Bored as fuck and I wanna get ill
So I went to a place where my homeboyz chill
Niggaz out there makin' that dolla'
I pulled up in my '64 Impala
They greet me wit a 40 and I start drinkin'
And from tha 8-ball my breath start stinkin'
Enough tah get my girl tah rock that body
Before I left I hit tha Bacardi
I went to her house tah get her out of the pad
Dumb hoe said something that made me mad
She said something that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed tha stupid bitch by her nappy-ass weave
She started talkin' shit what did ya know
Reached back like a pimp slapped tha hoe
Her father jumped up and he started tah shout
So I bombed on pops knocked his old ass out
[Chorus]
(And if a brotha talks shit I give him a,
And if a brotha talks shit I give him a,
And if a brotha talks shit I give him a)
[Verse Four:]
Now I'm rollin' hard now under control
Them wrapped tha '64 around a telephone pole
I looked at my car and I said,"Oh brother!"
Thrown in the gutter and go buy another
Walkin' home and I see tha G-ride
Now Kat is drivin' Kilo on tha side
As they busted a U they got pulled over
A undercovered cop in a dark green Nova
Now Kat got beat for resisting arrest
He socked tha pig in tha head for rippin' his Guess
Now he is caught for doing tha crime
fourth offense on tha boy he'll do some time
[Chorus]
(I'll punk you like that, don't give a fuck,
I'll punk you like that, don't give a fuck,
I'll punk you like that, don't give a fuck,
I'll punk you like that, don't give a fuck)
[Verse Five:]
I went tah get them out but there was no bail
My niggaz caused a riot in tha county jail
Two days later in municiple court
Kilo G on trial straight caught a fought
Instruct him out tha court said the judge
On a six year sentence my man didn't budge
Bailiff came over tah turn him in
Kilo G looked up and gave a grin
He yelled out fire then came Susie
Tha bitch came in wit a submachine uzi
Police shot tha girl but didn't hurt her
Both up state for attempted murder
This is a real life jack in progress. Nigga give up your shit or take
two tha chest with tha cripness
cuz I aint fuckn around G,so take a look at a real at a real live nigga
that craaazy and get ready to
die loc,any last wordz before your ass gets smoked,it aint a joke cuz my
pockets is broke my friend
thats why I gotta do u in. Give up your endz and your gold and your
Nik's and anything else I
might like and then Im off in the wind again to catch tha next sucka
slippn taken two to tha chin.
Im on a role two niggaz in one night didnt even have to fight,just
pulled out my 9 to end anothers
life. Thats real life so forget tha silly shit you heard,Now Nigga tell
me do you have any last wordz.
"Cuz its the end of tha world and still niggaz aint got no satisfaction.
So I take my 9 put it on my
?? for some cop now Im blastn, cuz Im known as a G and Im coming from tha Cpt.
And you should know bitch ass niggaz running back cant fuck with Eazy"
"Word'em up"
Another murder I comitted made front page a nigga dead from a drive by
did with a 12 gauge. The
first stage of insanity people say it aint wise to get faded off the
ST.Ides. A mother cries,another
son lies in a casket,life was fun while it lasted. Tha silly bastard had
to get caught,tripn and set
tripn,you should of seen that niggaz blood dripping.To many lives took
to many hearts broke,but
you dont hear me so you see my fuckn 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 gotta get your
cap peeled. Grab your steel forget about what you heard,its Do or Die
Nigga,any last wordz?
"Cuz its the end of tha world and still niggaz aint got no satisfaction.
So I take my 9 put it on my
?? for some cop now Im blastn,cuz Im known as a G and Im coming from
tha Cpt. And you
should know bitch ass niggaz running back cant fuck with Eazy"
"Word'em up"
I got tha 9 and Im fixing to str8 creep,feel I need to take another life
so I peep. Checking the
scene,but staying low so Im not seen case I gotta get away gotta make
tha shit clean G. So Im
looking for a victim.Gotta be right,took my time and I picked him,Scoped
shit then I licked'em now
Im back in the news,no clues,but yet another murder. You should of heard
the nigga squill when I
stuck his ass,I had to grin cuz its funny nigga fuck his ass. He aint
tha last and surely aint tha first
G,but his monkey ass rolled away in a hurst G. So Im feeling some what
relieved,just another day
in tha life of tha E-Z. A real G so forget tha silly shit you heard,its
do or die Eazy-E gets that last word.
"Cuz its the end of tha world and still niggaz aint got no satisfaction.
So I take my 9 put it on my
?? for some cop now Im blastn,cuz Im known as a G and Im coming from
tha Cpt. And you
should know bitch ass niggaz running back cant fuck with Eazy"
Like the big funky
Nick named Eazy-E
Yo 8-Ball Junkie
Bass drum kickin
To show my sh*t
Rappin holdin my d*ck
Boy I dont quit
Loud wild mutha f*cka
From around the way
I gotta sick shooter
Yo mean hombre
Wanderin through the hood
To find the boys
To kick dust and cuss
Crank up the noise
Police on my drawers
I had to pause
40 ounce in my lap
And it's freezin my balls
Hooked a right turn
Let the boys go past
And I say to myself
'They can kiss my a**'
Stopped at a light
Put the 8 at my lips
Put in the old tape
Marvin Gayes Greatest hits
Turn the beat up
Have the base cold rompin
Crusin through the East Side
South of Compton
See a big a**
And I said 'word'
I took a look at the face
And the bitch was to the curb
Hoes on me
for the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's F*cked up
An got the 8-Ball rollin'
(I was)
Whose Kickin' a**?
(I was)
Raised in LA
(I was)
Crusin down the street in my 6-4
Ridin Los Loses
Lookin for Crenshaw
Turned down the sound
To diss yo law
Stopped at a light
And had a fit
Cause a Mexican almost
Wreaked my shit
Flipped his a** off
Got into the car
My bottle was empty
So I went to the store
Nigga on tilt
Cause I was drunk
Seen a sissy a** punk
Had to go in my trunk
Reached inside
Cause it's like that
Came back out
With a silver gat
Fired at the punk
And it was all because
I had to show the nigga
What time it was
Put up the Jam
It ends like a mirage
A sissy like that
Got out to dodge
Suckers on me
For the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's F*cked up
And got the 8-Ball rollin
Old East 800
Yeah thats my brand
Take it in a bottle
40, Quart, or Can
Drink it like a mad man
Yes I do
F**K the police
And a 502
Stepped in the party
I was drunk as hell
Three b**ches already said
'Eric yo breath smells'
40 ounce in hand
Thats what I got
(Yo man you see Eazy hurlin in a parking lot)
Stepped on yo foot
Cold dissed yo hoe
Asked her to dance
And she said 'hell no'
Called her a b**ch
Cause thats the rule
Boyz in the hood
Tryin to keep me cool
Dammit homeboy
You wanna kick my but
I walk in you face
And we get them up
I start droppin the dogs
And watch you fold
Straight dumb fulla cum
Got knocked out cold
(Made you look sick
you snotty nosed prick
now yo fly b**ch
is all over his d**k)
Fool got dropped
For the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's f*cked up
And got the 8-Ball rollin
Pass the brew M*tha F*ckas
While I trash it up
And yall listen up close to role call:
Eazy-E's in the place
I got money and juice
Rondevues with me
And we make the duce
Dre makes the beat
So g*d damn funky
Do the old 8
F*ck the Brass Monkey
Ice Cube writes the words
That I say
Hail to the niggaz
From CIA
Cazy beat is down
And in effect
We make hard core jams
So fuck respect
They can toast public parking
To the title I'm holdin
Eazy-E's f*cked up
