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<i>[Dr. Dre]</i>
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 <i>[Eazy-E]</i> Woke up quick at about noon Just thought that I had to be in Compton soon I gotta get drunk before the day begin Before my mother starts bitchin bout 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 <i>[chorus]</i> 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 <i>[Eazy-E]</i> 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 my 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 first page <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Eazy-E]</i> 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 whole ass out <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Eazy-E]</i> I'm rollin hard now I'm under control Then wrapped the six-fo' round the telephone poll 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 <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Eazy-E]</i> I went to get them out but there was no bail The fellaz start to riot in the county jail Two days later in municiple court Kilo G on trial straight cold cut a fork Distruption of a court, said the judge On a six year sentence my man didn't budge Bailer 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 <i>[chorus]</i> |
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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 (Chorus) 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 (gunshots), I shot (gunshots) As you can see, I cold broke his ass (ha ha) Chorus (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 Chorus 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 Word to the muthafuka |
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Yo man I don't think they heard you
Why don't you tell 'em what ya name is 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 didn't 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 could get ill But I'm like that and that's 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 that's 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 That's the city and you say you could get some Yo it's eazy-er said than dunn. [Chorus:] Wooooooo! Wooooooo! 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-why-e comma now that's 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 that's my label To get the money, the women, and co bust the fat cable's Boy, master rhymers of toys I mean straight 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 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:] Radio jams are the part of the cycle Eazy-er said than dunn yeah that's 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 want to 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 fifteen 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:] |
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<i>[Female:]</i> We're sitting here with Eazy E
Believe that <i>[Female:]</i> How are you doing ? Allright <i>[Female:]</i> So, Eazy, tell me, how was your life as a youngster ? <i>[Verse One: Eazy-E]</i> 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 (<i>[Eazy E:]</i> 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 (<i>[Female:]</i> 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 <i>[Female:]</i> Hmm, I see, so you're rather violent? Sometimes <i>[Female:]</i> Ok, what would be the situation when you so-called "gank" somebody? <i>[Verse Two: Eazy-E]</i> 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? <i>[Female:]</i> 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? <i>[Female:]</i> Yeah <i>[Verse Three: Eazy-E]</i> 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 (<i>[Female:]</i> 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 (<i>[Female:]</i> Is all that true ?) I don't lie You see... I'm not mister nice guy <i>[Female:]</i> Oh, so you're not exactly a role model? Not exactly <i>[Female:]</i> And for your listeners, what does Eazy think of himself? <i>[Outro: Eazy-E]</i> 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 (<i>[Female:]</i> What's your real name?) No more questions! |
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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 We want Eazy... Check it out! Funny Jokes Back To Search Browse All Lyrics Voting: Rating: 3.3 7 votes Rate this song! Eazy-E! Vote for Eazy-E! Other songs by Eazy-E |
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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] *pow* ["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 Chorus: ["Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt"] *pow* (repeat 4X) [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 [Chorus] [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 [Police: 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 [Police: They shot a hostage, they shot a hostage!] [MC Ren: You stupid motherfucker tryin' to run now you're dead as fuck tryin' to race a gun] [Police: 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 Chorus [Police: Well I'm giving you five seconds to let us thru the gate or I'm gonna shoot two of your guards] [Hehe, they got me once, but they'll never get me again] |
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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... [Radio (echo) _ Chuck D] [Dr.Dre: Yeah, ruthless radio is in effect, Dr.Dre and Yella boy is in ya 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"] [Dr.Dre: Man, you're late. The record is already o...] |
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[Chorus:Repeat x4]
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. [Chorus] 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 new 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. [Chorus] 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. [Chorus] |
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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 Verse 1: 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 Chorus: I'd rather fuck you, yeah (said I'd rather fuck you) 2x Verse 2: 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 not gonna stop We can do it doggystyle, and you can get on top Chorus Whoo boy, I'd rather fuck you, yeah Ineed you baby, whoo, I'd rather fuck you I'd rather fuck with you Verse 3: I'd rather fuck with you, cause the other bitches wanna wine and dine I better hurry up and get this 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, and wash your ass I'd rather fuck you, yeah (said I'd rather fuck you) 6x |
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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 <i>[Verse 1:]</i> 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 <i>[Verse 2:]</i> 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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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 ain't playin' Gotta roll with the bunches can't help the travellin' bunches Now ain't 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 want to 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 ain't 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 ain't no thang... You can't check a checker But when you want to 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... Like it ain't no thang... |
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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 <i>[Dr. Dre]</i> Compton that is They say it's niggaz pimpin' Gangsta limpin' <i>[Eazy-E]</i> 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!" <i>[Eazy-E]</i> 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 <i>[Dr. Dre impersonating Mack Romey]</i> Mack the muthafuckin' Romey The one and only my dicks to hard to be lonely <i>[Eazy-E]</i> 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 <i>[Eazy-E]</i> 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 <i>[Eazy-E]</i> Now back to the story about the bitches <i>[Dr. Dre]</i> About the what! <i>[Eazy-E]</i> 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 <i>[Dr. Dre]</i> Hiiiiiiiiiiigh up <i>[Eazy-E]</i> Like Ballpark Franks baby Plump when you cook 'em You know what I mean my dick gets <i>[Dr. Dre]</i> Hiiiiiiiiiiigh up <i>[Eazy-E]</i> Higher than a muthafucka <i>[Dr. Dre]</i> Shit thats sure enough funky right there Yo E kick some knowledge man explain to 'em What you mean <i>[Eazy-E]</i> Uh oh day Day dum day Come on baby why don't ya suck it this way Aaaaah ooooh <i>[Dr. Dre]</i> Shit don't find the phillie baby Let it all hang out <i>[Eazy-E]</i> I feel it comin' (I feel it comin') It's comin' out (it's comin' out) <i>[Dr. Dre]</i> Kick it one more time <i>[Eazy-E]</i> Uh oh day Day dum day Come on baby why don't ya suck it this way Aaaaah ooooh <i>[Eazy-E]</i> Uh oh day Day dum day Come on baby why don't ya suck it this way Aaaaah ooooh <i>[Dr. Dre]</i> Oh yeah E give me a solo <i>[Eazy-E]</i> It all happens on Eazy Street You stupid muthafucka! |
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[Intro: loud booming voice that echoes] Comp-ton.. Comp-ton.. Comp-ton [quiet voice that whispers] Real Compton City G's... [Verse One: Eazy-E] Hey yo Doctor, here's another proper track and it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper And let that real shit provoke So youse a wannabe 'loc, and you'll get smoked, and I hope that your fans understand when you talk about playin me The same records that you makin is payin me Motherfuck Dre, Motherfuck Snoop, Motherfuck Death Row Yo, and here comes my left blow Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E and, this is the season to let the real compton city G's in You're like a kid you found a pup and now you're dapper But tell me where da fuck ya found a anorexic rapper? Talkin about who you gon squabble with and who you shoot You're only 60 pounds when you're 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 the "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 compton city G's! "Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*} "Boy you should have known by now.." "Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*} "Boy you should have known by now.." [Verse Two: Dresta] Everyday it's a new rapper, claimin to be dapper than the Dresta Softer than a bitch, but portray the role of gangsta Ain't broke a law in your life Yet every time you rap you yap about the guns and knife Just take a good look at 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, Watts, and 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 fuckin work So you never had no bi'ness, so save the drama jerk Niggaz straight kill me, knowin that they pranksters This is going out to you studio gangstas See I did dirt, put in work, and 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 Cause I'm just tired of suburbian niggaz talkin about they come from projects Knowin, you ain't seen the parts of the streets G Think you started tryin to bang around the time of the peace treaty Wearin khakis and mob while you rhyme Little fag, tried to sag, but you're floodin at the same, time And your set don't accept ya Scared to kick it with your homies cuz you know they don't respect ya So nigga please, check nuts before ya step to deez motherfuckin real G's [Verse Three: B.G. Knocc Out] Welllllllll.. it's the Knocc Out, definition orginal baby gangsta Approach me like you hard, motherfucker I'ma bank ya Shank ya, with my fuckin shank, if I haveta Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg are fuckin actors Pranksters, studio gangstas, busters But this time you're dealin with some real motherfuckers G's, nigga please, don't try to step cause if you do, then a pealed 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 y'all is what I call wannabeez and ain't shit compared to real mother fucking city G's "Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*} [Verse Four: Eazy-E] I never met a O.G., who never did shit wrong You tried to diss the Eazy-E, so now nigga it's on You and your Doggy Dogg, think that y'all hoggin shit Both of you bitches, can come and suck my doggy dick Beatin up a bitch don't make you shit, but then again 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 pic-nics And now you think you're bigger But to me you ain't nothin but a bitch-ass nigga that ain't worth a food stamp And at Death Row, I hear you're gettin treated like boot camp Gotta follow your sergeant's directions Or get your ass pumped with a Smith & Wesson Learn a lesson from the E's Stay in your place and don't step to real Mother Fucking G's! [repeat 5X] "Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*} "Boy you should have known by now.." "Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*} "Boy you should have known by now.." "Yo Dre, what's up?" {*bang*} "Boy you should have known by now; Eazy-Duz-It" |
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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... [Gangsta Dresta] 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. [Eazy-E] Out wit the old in with the muthaphukkin new but check dis shit out I got somebody for ya bitch.... muthaphukka [Sylk] 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. [B.G. Knocc Out] 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'(x3) 'This is just a little something to keep ya ass in check Ruthless Muthaphukkin' Family' 'Kick That Shit' [Eazy-E] 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 how does it feel to be me |
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