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What the f**k is up?
In the place to be Cummin on the mic is EZ mutha f**kin E Dre is on the beat Yella's on the cut So listen up close while I rip shit up. |
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A typichal street Corner ass nigga
Once a nigga always a nigga now a public figure, but i still serve a muthafucka if i have too cause i slanging them thangs nigga. i roll deep with the crew oh oh possy nigga's cutting dope murder shit wrote for the EAZ-E fool, fuck with the better ran, still a better man than the next man, and again. i can still put a crown ?? to your dome. pow nigga pow nigga know the bone, jippie ja jee Ya ass back the fuck on home, say the fuck up the charma crack you just ain't know My definition of a bitch nigga, aww shit, get pistol with, need to sit down when he piss, cause i beat em treat em fuck em like 1 2 3, the legend of gangsterrap is Eazy-E. still gangsta ruthless, leaving muthafucka's toothless. i was ?? before i do this. a nigga gone, i guess i see you at the crossroads, a nigga with an attitude, my name from last month I meet em treat em fuck em eazy 123 We meet em treat em fuck em eazy 123 (x2) Thats where the streets hits the radio, and give the love like he supposed to, y'all don't wanna death in the studio, another scandel for me i got ??. Raised my 64 11 on the roll, bang, Los Angeles slang, like a double barrel, E ?? in da game. Big ?? ya ass see smoke glower, now fucking with legends Eazy with a weapon, cash is trading killer cross-over, jump in the game, bitches ?? my name, violent reporter the streets out of order. Projects corner and gangster ??, I hit blocks of a double-shot, show my face on the block I give a fuck about a cop. ?? black attitude, nigga fuck you. Stomping niggas ?? I meet em treat em fuck em eazy 123 We meet em treat em fuck em eazy 123 (x2) Now what the fuck is with the 1 punk nigga, 2 punk niggas, end em up. And get the bitch ah, whats the fucking black ?? bustah, I was born a pimp, A mac-daddy and a hustler. You can take the nigga of the streets but you cant take the streets out the nigga. Once a nigga still a nigga, fucking hos and not do me, fucking steadily, I fucked your bitch (ahh) cause she was ?? me. Your bitch in heaven but ?? to me, she dropped the dough, She find out I was Eazy. she licked the balls, suck the dick I came heavenly (ooh get me ready E, suck me steadily) Why these niggas sip and ??. drinking on bitch ??. for the name easy niggas just play, now in my lowrider and this candy-paint. Stay on spot for the glock. Nigga think I aim, I am with a five full of five gangsta was ?? big, paper drill, on the quest for mills. Now everybody say they are thugging, but when the gun blast see niggas running, I leave no witnesses But niggas always tryna hate and they be always talking shit But when they sober they all hestitate cause they dont know who they fucking with ?? real gangsta shit and tell your ho get off my dick Cause we gone finish of the legacy and keep the familys ?? I meet em treat em fuck em eazy 123 We meet em treat em fuck em eazy 123 (x2) |
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f/ Loco S.A.B, Phalos Mode
* send corrections to the typist (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 'cause 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 f**k 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, f**k 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" 'cause 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 f**k 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!! (Hook) x6 |
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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] x 4 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 all row seat Like the made me screen So I two-wayed my nigga Eazy-E [Chorus] x 4 [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 YO! [Chorus] x 4 [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] x 8 [Roc Slanga] That's right nigga We back That real gangsta shit From on of the realest niggas in this game You know his name nigga [laughs] |
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Chorus: X2
The saga continues right before your eyes The saga continues cause its do or die The saga continues right before your eyes You know why? (why?) Cause I'm ruthless for life Nigga ten years passed and we still up in that ass Will I make it or continue and Look at all the s**t you in Eazy does it like happy like the s**t we used to do 5 niggaz comin' out the C-P-T so f**k you Time changed for the good Niggaz in the hood be comin' up feel it Can you set it off, for again, you know you should Yo let's that this s**t back To 1989 Where this nigga shoot and bust and niggaz know they couldn't find Dream Team lovers Egyptian fan base Feelin' on the scene, all the fools got erased Threw a mothaf**kin' monkey wrench up in the rap game Since I hooked up with E, s**t ain't ever been the same Opened up doors for the niggaz that be thinkin That your flows be on tizight Bitin' what I wrizite Jokin' when I recite Feelin' manuscripts When I MC, if it ain't rough it ain't me Chorus X2 Yo mothaf**kin' G'z, nigga like Eric Wright You can floss for your b***h, but you know this s**t is tight Cause when y'all niggaz started rappin', who'd you try and be? I'ma slap you cause you lying, if you don't be sayin' me Or the other 3, that the FBI be phone tappin' Shoot the government before you niggaz started rappin' Now its ? city, I gotta bomb it like Iraq Use my alias, spend my nights at the shack Ruthless attack all the way to two thou Try to block it out, but you never knew how And when I walk through the crowd I'm seeing mothaf**ka's bread I hear their b***hes sayin' ask MC Ren Makin' fools sway when I roll to King Tet's Because I started cussin' all you fools gettin' checks Ruthless for life, see that be my state of mind Y'all can kiss my black ass one more time Chorus X2 I run a hundred miles just so I can MC Villian want that bomb so I get with L.T. Ain't nothin' changed We find 'em, f**k 'em, then flee While you hatin', pillow talkin', with that b***h, she want me Niggaz weed crazy, Dre and Snoop turned you out Now y'all cristal sippin', y'all niggaz be trippin' Make the West look like ass, all full of s**t Invest in drug money, s**t, still gettin' in What it take for y'all quit Ruthless got it on lock Y'all shootin' videos tryin' to look like Pac Here we come, here we come, blowin' up your spot My little brother Jubee and the big homie Rock Full circle, all this s**t gon' repeat When this s**t drop, niggaz clownin' in the streets The saga continues right before your eyes Who really gives a f**k? Cause this is ruthless for life Chorus till end |
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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 ... Hey fuck you, fuck you .. |
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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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MC-Ren : "Yo Dre, how much time we got left on ths tape?" Dre : "About a couple of minutes." MC-Ren : "Well let me bust a freestyle then." Dre : "Awright, go ahead." [MC-Ren] 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. Dre : "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!" MC-Ren : "Damn, why don't you pump this shit up so it could fuck up my eardrums a little bit!" Dre : "Allright bet." [MC-Ren] 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. [Eazy-E] 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!" [MC-Ren] 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, [Eazy-E] 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. Eazy-E : "Yo Ren?" MC-Ren : "What's up?" Eazy-E : "Let's get the fuck outta here!" |
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Yo Dre where's the goddamn drum machine? <i>[Dre]</i> Aw shit I left the muthafucka with Poog <i>[Eazy-E]</i> You dumb muthafucka what the fuck we gonna do now? <i>[Yella]</i> Hey, man I got some drums in the back <i>[Dre]</i> Man what the fuck is he talkin' bout <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> Yo does it look like we can play some fuckin' drums? <i>[Yella]</i> Man I can play the drums <i>[Everyone except Yella]</i> Bullshit! <i>[Yella]</i> Man I used to fuck it up at Compton <i>[Arguin']</i> <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> Give this nigga some sticks.... Yo Fuck it up Yella <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> 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>[Eazy-E]</i> 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>[Eazy-E & M.C. Ren]</i> I'm a hard muthafucka <i>[Chorus]</i> 2 Hard Muthafuckaz! <i>[x4]</i> <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> 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 <i>[Eazy-E:]</i> "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 <i>[Chorus]</i> 2 Hard Muthafuckaz! <i>[x4]</i> <i>[Eazy-E]</i> 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 <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> It's simple tell 'em what we mean when the two baddest muthafuckaz step on the scene <i>[Eazy-E]</i> Now this is some shit <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> Yo what are you sayin' <i>[Eazy-E]</i> 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 <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> 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 <i>[Eazy-E]</i> Yo Ren lets jet lets get the fuck on out <i>[M.C. Ren]</i> because everybody knows what where talkin' about <i>[Eazy-E & M.C. Ren]</i> Where two hard muthafuckaz! <i>[Chorus]</i> 2 Hard Muthafuckaz! (x4) |
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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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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 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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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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<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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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 [eazy-e] 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 M.c. ren: "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 [eazy-e] 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 That the e is gonna break it down |
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(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? 'cause 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 'cause 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 it aint |
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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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<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> |
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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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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, y'all better act somebody, ha ha ha... |
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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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This is a real life jack in progress. Nigga give up your shit or take
two tha chest with tha cripness 'cause I aint f**kn 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 'cause 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. "'cause 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, 'cause Im known as a G and Im coming from tha Cpt. And you should know bitch ass niggaz running back cant f**k with Eazy" "Word'em up" [several times] 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 f**kn 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? "'cause 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,'cause Im known as a G and Im coming from tha Cpt. And you should know bitch ass niggaz running back cant f**k with Eazy" "Word'em up" [repeated several times] 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 'cause its funny nigga f**k 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. "'cause 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,'cause Im known as a G and Im coming from tha Cpt. And you should know bitch ass niggaz running back cant f**k with Eazy" "Word'em up" [several times] |
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"Str8 off tha streetx of Compton.
Dedicated & by most suckers hated. But I got somethin' I want you muthafuckers to know. I really don't give a fuck." [laugh] "Born & raised." Niggas ain't shit in the 90's I don't trust 'em & bitches on my dick but they ain't shit so muthafuck 'em. Eazy knows what's up 'cause see Eazy really don't give a fuck it don't concern me if don't pertain to money or a nut. But then again I talk to a few of my friends 9 times outta 10 'about some ends or some skins. 'Cause I'm tha type of nigga that gotta have it like a rabbit, rappin' is my hustle bustin' hoe's is a habbit. I stab it like a true no good nigga should, I do it the way a down OG nigga would. & now Niggas know Eric Wright ain't no buster, Another platnium cut from tha Compton Thugsta, My name is "Eazy E". "Eazy muthafuckin' E, A real Nigga, Born & Raised in muthafuckin' Compton. This one is dedicated to you buster ass niggas, you know who you are. Smoke a fat ass joint to this bitch!!! [big laugh] I don't think I'm all this or that but I'm all me original Gangsta E A Z Y E. Down from tha Jump now I'm endin' with tha bizya, still rollin' in my .64 on them thizangs. Do wicked shit 'cause shit is wicked on the streets & from what my eyes see the wickedness will never cease. Bitches on my dick & you know I'm runnin' y'all So you just sold your soul to tha muthafuckin' devil's son in law. Wicked as could be Eazy E got tha flow. Leavin' a smell of death on tha row for sure (or Show). & a hoe can't make me or break me but she can take me to a motel & work a niggas smell. 'Cause I'm "Eazy E". "Yeah, suck on these nuts muthafucker's, Get with tha real & quit fakin' tha funk. & oh yeah, stay off my dick. [laugh] Really doe [laughing]" I let my demons loose when I hit tha 8 juice & I leave a trail of stiff's when I'm high off of a spliff's. Niggas talk shit so I talk alot of shit too, Niggas want diss fuck them & they whole crew. In fact nigga thank ya for stockin' a niggas bank up yeah I'm livin' swell but I'm gangsta like Dresta, no not tha Doctor, physician, or the MD Dresta's an OG. Doct. is a phony. Only the real real still can chill with me & tha rest can't fuck with E. 'Cause I'm tha OG that'll bring you down, tha devil's son in law king of tha underground. Good to go with tha flow that I throw givin' you more to let a muthafucker know. That I can get wreck on tha set & make you slow 'cause yeah know I ain't a joke I'm a muthafuckin' Loc & my name is "Eazy E". "Eazy muthafuckin' E, but you bitches can just call me Eazy. A real nigga from tha CPT. Kickin' ass & askin' questions later...Oh yeah, don't get smoked Loc...& I'm out.....Muthafucker's. [echo Muthafucker's]" "Eazy E." "Born & raised." |
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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 f**kin' kinda slow So fee fie foe f**k 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 [Chorus:] Gimmee that, that, that nutt [3x] Gimmee that, Gimmee that, Gimmee that nutt [Verse Two:] Okay back back to the f**kin' 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) [Chorus-2x] [Verse Three:] Now I love pussy (love pussy) And pussy loves me (pussy loves me) Like a lemon to the lime and the bumble 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 cause in some pussy is the place tah be Always f**kin' is the life for me Spread them legs open far and wide F**k this shit just let me put my dick inside soooooooo [Chorus-2x] uh, get it on baby uh, get it on baby uh, get it on baby (gently put the ballhaaaaa) [Chorus-2x] |
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Todays a good day to die! (lady screaming)
Bow wow wow yippie yo yeppie yah Suck on these nuts nigga suck on these nuts I tell em bow wow wow yippie yo yeppie yea Suck on these nuts nigga suck on these nuts Ain't nuthin but Eazy baby He'll smoke two niggas cuz they crazy Talk a gang of shit but it dont phase me That punk nigga Dre still pays me Well if it's on motherfucker then it's on G Now if it's on motherfucker than its on G Hey Mister prankster prankster Story book gangster Back in 86 you wore pumps and masscara Down did the motherfuckin wreckin crew bid But once a bitch always a bitch And now the fuckin switch Fag with a steathoscope now you sag Body slammn bitches makes Dre a bigger man. Cackies sportin loc's in a G ride What set you from loc what set you from ride? Rip Vanwinkle sleepin nigga woke up and became a G But you still dont impress tha E-Z. Smoke a little sherm now you call that shit the chronic Niggas on the West side call it bionic I make a mill here make a mill there Fuck a bitch here fuck a bitch there yeeeeah (Chorus 2X) *Scratched in* Tell ya motherfuckers who your fuckin with [Eazy-E] Well if its on Motherfucker then its on Old nigga Eazy-E went to the Cuppard To get Snoop Doggy Dogg a bone motherfucker. Here's Another G or should I say a H, a I, a J, a K, a L-M-N-O-P P for the pussy wussy wuffin nigga broke As a motherfuckin joke Talkin about you want to smoke tha E to tha A-Z-Y Nigga this EAST SIDE Snoop Doggy Doggy Dogg you wanna try 187 on the E that ya sing But you cling on my balls when I swing my ding-a-ling Yeah you got more just like a pint of puppy water First I'm gonna choke ya Then I smoke ya Then I'm gonna toss ya in the back of my trunk With the other punk Smoking Death Row like I smoke a Phillie Blunt Well if it's on motherfucker than its on G If it's on motherfucker than it's on G (Chorus 2X) Still a nigga, Once a nigga Always a nigga Down from the get go Never let go Never flossin Never slippin Never trippin Stickin dick and my balls down your throat doggy listen Niggaz from the LBC They never heard of ya G and Niggas from the CPT aint down with D-R-E But ya gave it up, Still like a trooper Let 'em play ya jam shake ya hand and then they shoot ya You can fool the people on the east coast an the mid-west But In LA you still cant pass the test See I can tell a pussy when I see one Dre wearing lip stick that mean ya have to be one You need to change your sex and your occupation You try to fuck with E nigga Run Run Run Cause if it's on motherfucker then its on G Now if its on motherfucker then its on G (Chorus 4X) |
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(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 (Gettin higher than a motherfucker, down to tha last roach) |
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'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!) See ya `round, buddy boy.' |
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[Eazy-E]
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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[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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... [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: repeat 2X 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 Take it from me, that streetwise motherfucker named Eazy E |
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Sippin on a 40 Sippin on a 40 [Gangsta Dresta] 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 [Eazy-E] 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 [B.G. Knocc Out] 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 [Chorus] 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) [Eazy-E] Back to the store all the 40 o's were kinda hot [Gangsta Dresta] Get the shit or not [Eazy-E] Naw Lets roll to another spot back in the four to another store [Gangsta Dresta] I told you the store on 124th keep the cold brew {*Speakin' Spanish*} make a right [Eazy-E] The Store ain't in sight [Gangsta Dresta] 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 [Eazy-E] 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 [Gangsta Dresta] Oh give me some Zig-Zags and 2 packs of Double Mint [Chorus] Sippin on a 40 (8-ball rollin') (nick name Eazy-E) Sippin on a 40 (got the 8-ball rollin') [B.G. Knocc Out] Yo Dresta [Gangsta Dresta] Whats up [B.G. Knocc Out] Did you bring back some gum? [Gangsta Dresta] Hell yeah [B.G. Knocc Out] 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 [Eazy-E] 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 [Gangsta Dresta] 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. [Chorus] Sippin on a 40 (8-ball rollin') (nick name Eazy-E)(x4) |
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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? I say FUCK `EM." |
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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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[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 Ready to.... (x8) |
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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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I'm sittin here writin a song about baby'z mothers who try to
sue the daddies for child support. Even though daddy is takin care of the baby but the mother's just you know scandalous not just like this hey] Fuck my baby'z mama The bitch got drama Fuck my baby'z mama Coz she's the type o' bitch that wanna see me broke Broker than a joke bitch stole my role And every time I see the bitch she needs cash She make me wanna slap her ass Triflin bitch always got me in a fit The low-life-Compton-shoppin-swap-me trick I wanna kill the ho then slam her in the trunc of my six fo' Coz yo, that ho made my dick grow and now her lawyer's at every show waitin for me to kick in my dough But before I go I'm on death row coz the bitch had too much drama... FUCK MY BABY'Z MAMA ! [CHORUS:] FUCK MY BABY'Z MAMA ! (7x) [Trick bitch !] FUCK MY BABY'Z MAMA ! Fuck my baby'z mama The bitch got drama And I'm not the one I should just knock her punk ass out while I'm in court payin child support But then I gotta deal with the father and the steel and he's the type o' nigga that a nigga's gotta kill Make me kick up a grip, I don't like her coz the bitch is buyin skirts instead of dipers Beggin so much to hold hands it's startin to look like cuffs I wish I never fucked But now it's too late How much you made ? Coz accordin to your income you might have to spend some time behind bars Now ya find it hard Never thought a bitch would pull a stunt like this I can't do another day with Pamela so I'm a pay ya, Anna but I just like to say... [CHORUS] I think of all the money that I spent on a lawyer I used to be an employer but now I'm just an employee filin bankruptcy But now the punk bitch can't touch me Huh! I only call her to check up on my daughter So now she's got a restraining order Put me to the curb and had the nerve to axks a bower or dime Bitch, you must be outcha rabid ass mind Huh! Love for start will take much, you see, the bitch broke me so now I need a crutch But you gotta understand a judge don't give a fuck about a young nigga that's down on his luck So I gotta put the P down and be down for the calls and give the bitch back her drawers So if ya drivin by and ya see her do me favor, give the bitch the finger FUCK HER ! [CHORUS] You biiiiiiiiiitch !!! [insert:] Haha, that's fucked up! Go to hell ! We dedicate this number to you, haha This one's for youuuu ! This evening's news report: See ya 'round, buddy boy... [Pow |
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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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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 [ CHORUS ] 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 [ VERSE 1 ] 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 [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 2 ] 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 * shots rang out * MUTHAFUCKA hahaha |
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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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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 comton 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 dame 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 Babyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy bang ahhhh |
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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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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, Hook: Guranteed to hear something sweet uh, Gangsta Beat 4 Tha Street Guranteed to hear something sweet yeah, Gangsta Beat 4 Tha Streetz Verse 2: [Sylk] 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! Hook Verse 3: [B.G. KnoccOut] 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 Hook Verse 4: [Eazy-E] 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, Gangsta Beat 4 Tha Street |
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<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> |
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[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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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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<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! |
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In the place to be Cummin on the mic is EZ mutha f**kin E Dre is on the beat Yella's on the cut So listen up close while I rip shit up. |
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A typichal street Corner ass nigga
Once a nigga always a nigga now a public figure, but i still serve a muthafucka if i have too cause i slanging them thangs nigga. i roll deep with the crew oh oh possy nigga's cutting dope murder shit wrote for the EAZ-E fool, fuck with the better ran, still a better man than the next man, and again. i can still put a crown ?? to your dome. pow nigga pow nigga know the bone, jippie ja jee Ya ass back the fuck on home, say the fuck up the charma crack you just ain't know My definition of a bitch nigga, aww shit, get pistol with, need to sit down when he piss, cause i beat em treat em fuck em like 1 2 3, the legend of gangsterrap is Eazy-E. still gangsta ruthless, leaving muthafucka's toothless. i was ?? before i do this. a nigga gone, i guess i see you at the crossroads, a nigga with an attitude, my name from last month I meet em treat em fuck em eazy 123 We meet em treat em fuck em eazy 123 (x2) Thats where the streets hits the radio, and give the love like he supposed to, y'all don't wanna death in the studio, another scandel for me i got ??. Raised my 64 11 on the roll, bang, Los Angeles slang, like a double barrel, E ?? in da game. Big ?? ya ass see smoke glower, now fucking with legends Eazy with a weapon, cash is trading killer cross-over, jump in the game, bitches ?? my name, violent reporter the streets out of order. Projects corner and gangster ??, I hit blocks of a double-shot, show my face on the block I give a fuck about a cop. ?? black attitude, nigga fuck you. Stomping niggas ?? I meet em treat em fuck em eazy 123 We meet em treat em fuck em eazy 123 (x2) Now what the fuck is with the 1 punk nigga, 2 punk niggas, end em up. And get the bitch ah, whats the fucking black ?? bustah, I was born a pimp, A mac-daddy and a hustler. You can take the nigga of the streets but you cant take the streets out the nigga. Once a nigga still a nigga, fucking hos and not do me, fucking steadily, I fucked your bitch (ahh) cause she was ?? me. Your bitch in heaven but ?? to me, she dropped the dough, She find out I was Eazy. she licked the balls, suck the dick I came heavenly (ooh get me ready E, suck me steadily) Why these niggas sip and ??. drinking on bitch ??. for the name easy niggas just play, now in my lowrider and this candy-paint. Stay on spot for the glock. Nigga think I aim, I am with a five full of five gangsta was ?? big, paper drill, on the quest for mills. Now everybody say they are thugging, but when the gun blast see niggas running, I leave no witnesses But niggas always tryna hate and they be always talking shit But when they sober they all hestitate cause they dont know who they fucking with ?? real gangsta shit and tell your ho get off my dick Cause we gone finish of the legacy and keep the familys ?? I meet em treat em fuck em eazy 123 We meet em treat em fuck em eazy 123 (x2) |
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f/ Loco S.A.B, Phalos Mode
* send corrections to the typist (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 'cause 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 f**k 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, f**k 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" 'cause 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 f**k 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!! (Hook) x6 |
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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] x 4 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 all row seat Like the made me screen So I two-wayed my nigga Eazy-E [Chorus] x 4 [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 YO! [Chorus] x 4 [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] x 8 [Roc Slanga] That's right nigga We back That real gangsta shit From on of the realest niggas in this game You know his name nigga [laughs] |
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Chorus: X2
The saga continues right before your eyes The saga continues cause its do or die The saga continues right before your eyes You know why? (why?) Cause I'm ruthless for life Nigga ten years passed and we still up in that ass Will I make it or continue and Look at all the s**t you in Eazy does it like happy like the s**t we used to do 5 niggaz comin' out the C-P-T so f**k you Time changed for the good Niggaz in the hood be comin' up feel it Can you set it off, for again, you know you should Yo let's that this s**t back To 1989 Where this nigga shoot and bust and niggaz know they couldn't find Dream Team lovers Egyptian fan base Feelin' on the scene, all the fools got erased Threw a mothaf**kin' monkey wrench up in the rap game Since I hooked up with E, s**t ain't ever been the same Opened up doors for the niggaz that be thinkin That your flows be on tizight Bitin' what I wrizite Jokin' when I recite Feelin' manuscripts When I MC, if it ain't rough it ain't me Chorus X2 Yo mothaf**kin' G'z, nigga like Eric Wright You can floss for your b***h, but you know this s**t is tight Cause when y'all niggaz started rappin', who'd you try and be? I'ma slap you cause you lying, if you don't be sayin' me Or the other 3, that the FBI be phone tappin' Shoot the government before you niggaz started rappin' Now its ? city, I gotta bomb it like Iraq Use my alias, spend my nights at the shack Ruthless attack all the way to two thou Try to block it out, but you never knew how And when I walk through the crowd I'm seeing mothaf**ka's bread I hear their b***hes sayin' ask MC Ren Makin' fools sway when I roll to King Tet's Because I started cussin' all you fools gettin' checks Ruthless for life, see that be my state of mind Y'all can kiss my black ass one more time Chorus X2 I run a hundred miles just so I can MC Villian want that bomb so I get with L.T. Ain't nothin' changed We find 'em, f**k 'em, then flee While you hatin', pillow talkin', with that b***h, she want me Niggaz weed crazy, Dre and Snoop turned you out Now y'all cristal sippin', y'all niggaz be trippin' Make the West look like ass, all full of s**t Invest in drug money, s**t, still gettin' in What it take for y'all quit Ruthless got it on lock Y'all shootin' videos tryin' to look like Pac Here we come, here we come, blowin' up your spot My little brother Jubee and the big homie Rock Full circle, all this s**t gon' repeat When this s**t drop, niggaz clownin' in the streets The saga continues right before your eyes Who really gives a f**k? Cause this is ruthless for life Chorus till end |
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