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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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