Eazy-E - Eternal E [compilation] (1995) by Eazy-E (보컬) on maniadb.com

<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>

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

[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' them my defin' they say the boy goes off fillin' up my memo with the touch of my rhyme suckaz stayin' with me cause yo 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 actual 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 with 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 just pop your tape 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 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] creatin' dope jams is what 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 what if she's ugly?) 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 wish to let the ladys through 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 gain 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!

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...


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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]

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...]

[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]

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
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

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
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 room is red
Now there's nothing left but a snitch
Here's a four leaf clover punk make a wish
One <i>[Shot]</i> two <i>[Shot]</i> 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>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
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
I be a neighborhood sniper

<i>[Chorus]</i>

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

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

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...

<i>[Eazy-E]</i>
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!