Eazy-E Filmography

• Jamaica House 2013, role: actor, Play in Full Screen
• Vanilla Ice Archive 2012, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• N.W.A.: The World's Most Dangerous Group 2008, role: actor, Play in Full Screen
• 3rd Annual VH1 Hip-Hop Honors 2006, role: actor, character name: Himself - Honoree Play in Full Screen
• Letter to the President 2005, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• The N Word 2004, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• And You Don't Stop: 30 Years of Hip-Hop 2004, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Tupac: Resurrection 2003, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Beef 2003, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Eazy-E: The Impact of a Legend 2002, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• The N.W.A. Legacy: The Video Collection 2002, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Eazy-E: The Life and Timez of Eric Wright 2002, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Welcome to Death Row 2001, role: actor, character name: Himself - Member of NWA Play in Full Screen
• Tupac Shakur: Before I Wake... 2001, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• And Ya Don't Stop: Hip Hop's Greatest Videos, Vol. 1 2000, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Bone Thugs-N-Harmony: Greatest Video Hits 2000, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• Run-DMC: Together Forever - Greatest Hits 1983-2000 2000, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• CB4 1993, role: actor, character name: Himself Play in Full Screen
• N.W.A.: Efil4zaggin - The Only Home Video 1992, role: actor, character name: Himself - Gangster Play in Full Screen
• N.W.A.: Efil4zaggin - The Only Home Video 1992, role: producer, Play in Full Screen

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  First Powershow lyrics

  First Power

  "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!)

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  Hit The Hookershow lyrics

  Hit The Hooker

  [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

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  Fuck Dreshow lyrics

  Fuck Dre

  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?

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  Eternal Eshow lyrics

  Eternal E

  [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

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  Black Nigga Killashow lyrics

  Black Nigga Killa

  [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

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  Creep N Crawlshow lyrics

  Creep N Crawl

  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

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  Eazy-eshow lyrics

  Eazy-e

  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

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  Sorry Louieshow lyrics

  Sorry Louie

  [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

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  Lickin, Suckin, Fuckinshow lyrics

  Lickin, Suckin, Fuckin

  [Girl]
  Let me hear it
  [Eazy-E]
  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
  [*E and the girl going at it*]
  [Girl]
  Right there uuh
  [*moaning*]
  [Girl]
  Oh Eric
  [-*Cut Off*-]
  [Eazy-E Speaks]
  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
  but bitch probably lyin' you know what I mean

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  Str8 Off Tha Streetz of Muthaphu**kin Comptonshow lyrics

  Str8 Off Tha Streetz of Muthaphu**kin Compton

  [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
  oooooooooooooh Shit!

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  Str8 Off the Streets of Muthaphukkin Comptonshow lyrics

  Str8 Off the Streets of Muthaphukkin Compton

  [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]
  (5x)
  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]
  (4x)
  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
  hahahahaha

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  It's On 187um Killa

  [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
  [Chorus]

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  Starring... Eazy E

  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
  we'll both ride home in my automobile

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  Gangsta Memorial

  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
  And got the 8-Ball rollin

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  Radio

  [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"

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  Ruthless Villain

  "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?"

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  Still Talkin'

  (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 ...

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  We Want Eazy

  "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

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  No Moreshow lyrics

  No More

  [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!

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  Nobody Move

  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)

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  Amy Last Wordz

  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"

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  Niggaz Aint Deadshow lyrics

  Niggaz Aint Dead

  [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]

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  Switchezshow lyrics

  Switchez

  (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

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  Extra Special Thankzshow lyrics

  Extra Special Thankz

  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,

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  No More Tearsshow lyrics

  No More Tears

  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

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  Nutz On Ya Chin

  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?

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  New Year's E-Vil

  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

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  Merry Muthafuckin X-Mas

  [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

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  Real Compton City G's (video Edit)show lyrics

  Real Compton City G's (video Edit)

  (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?"

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  Down 2 Tha Last Roachshow lyrics

  Down 2 Tha Last Roach

  "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

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  24 Hours To Liveshow lyrics

  24 Hours To Live

  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

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  Eazy-Chapter 8 Verse 10 (B.U.L.L.S.H.I.T.)show lyrics

  Eazy-Chapter 8 Verse 10 (B.U.L.L.S.H.I.T.)

  (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)

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  Eazy-Er Said Then Dunnshow lyrics

  Eazy-Er Said Then Dunn

  [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!

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  8 Ballshow lyrics

  8 Ball

  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

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  Real Thugsshow lyrics

  Real Thugs

  [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)

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  Cock The 9

  (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!

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  Trust No Bitch Feat Amg And Dj Quikshow lyrics

  Trust No Bitch Feat Amg And Dj Quik

  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

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  Luv 4 Dem Gangsta'z

  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

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  No More 'sshow lyrics

  No More 's

  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?)

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  Ole School Shitshow lyrics

  Ole School Shit

  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

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  Sippin On A 40

  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')

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  Still A Nigga

  ("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

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  Only If You Want It

  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

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  Just Tah Let U Know

  ... (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

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  Wanna Be A Balla

  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

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  Wut Would You Do

  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

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  Down To Tha Last Roach

  [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

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  Tha Muthaphukkin' Real

  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

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  Still Cruisin

  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

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  Eazy Street

  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

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  Real Muthaphuckkin G's

  [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]

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  I'd Rather Fuck You

  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,

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  Boyz-N-The-Hood (remix)

  [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

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  2 Hard Mutha's

  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!

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  Eazy Duz It

  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

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  Eazy Chapter 8 Verse 10

  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

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  I'mma Break It Down

  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

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  Eazy-er Said Than Dunn

  [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!

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  Gangsta Beat 4 Tha Street

  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,

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  Gimmie That Nutt

  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

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  Automobileshow lyrics

  Automobile

  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

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  Merry Muthafucking Xmasshow lyrics

  Merry Muthafucking Xmas

  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

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  Licking, Sucking, Fuckingshow lyrics

  Licking, Sucking, Fucking

  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

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  L.A. Is The Placeshow lyrics

  L.A. Is The Place

  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

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  Boyz N Tha Hood (G-Mix)

  [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

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  Niggaz My Height Don't Fight

  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...

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  New Year's Evil

  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

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  Neighborhood Sniper

  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

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  Moments Gone

  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)