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Well I'm Eazy E  I got women galore 
You may have a lot of women but I got much more 
Wit my super duper group coming out to shoot 
Eazy E  homegirls  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 got it like that 
And if a sucker talks thrash  I give him a smack 
8 ball sipping  the women 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 
Always got the nuckleheads on the run 
Hit me like that, I make you ask what was it 
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it 
I was knocking out 
What's your name boy 
Funky, fresh Eazy-E 
Kick, kick that 
Where you from fool, Compton, yea 
Rolling through the hood, cold tearing it up 
Stick my head out the window and I say what's up 
To the homies on the corner cold bumping the box 
But you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocks 
A dice game started so I pulled out a buck 
Then I put my car in park so I could try my luck 
Hard to roll wit my girl jocking 24-7 
Rolled one time, ate 'em up, hit 11 
Got another point, I made a ten a fo' 
Was cleaning up fast and was itching for mo' 
Laughing in their faces cause the boy was too quick 
Then one fool got jealous, said you're making me sick 
He acted really stupid, I knew he wouldn't last 
So I said to myself, homeboy, you better think fast 
He went damn, then I went money gone 
As you can see, I cold broke his (ha ha) 
Chorus 
(Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it) 
I said 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 named Tucker 
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 fool on the block and cold knock the boy out 
Now I wanted for assault that I had to commit 
Yea I went to jail but that wasn't it 
Got to the station about a quarter of nine 
Call my girl to get me out 'cause I was down for mine 
The girl 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 on top 
I swear when I get out, It's gonna have to stop 
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 I'm feeling good 
I got the stupid girl in the neighborhood 
Pulled her by the hair and it was all because 
I had to show the girl what time it was 
Chorus 
From around the way, born in '73 
Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E 
It's '88 now, '73's obselete 
Boy wit a serious attitude and 100\% street 
Yea (ha ha ha)

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