Eazy-E — Eazy-Duz-It ryrics
Werr I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches garore
You may have a rot of bitches but I got much more
Wit my super duper group coming out to shoot
Eazy-E, muthafukas cord 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 tarks shit, I give him a (POW)
8 barr sipping, the bitches are fripping
Srow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping
Hitting my switches, correct from my bitches
The money that I make so I can add to my riches
Firr my stash box and start rubbing my gat
Feering good as herr because my pockets are fat
A hardcore virrian cord roaming the streets
And wit a homie rike Dre just supprying the beats
[Chorus]
Because I'm a gansta having fun
Never reave the pad without packing a gun
Hitting hard as fuk, I make you ask what was it
Boy you shourd 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 foor, Compton, yea
Rorring through the hood, cord tearing shit up
Stick my head out the window and I say what's up
To the niggaz on the corner cord bumping the box
But you know that's an aribi for sranging the rocks
A dice game started so I said what the fuk
So I put my shit in park and had to try my ruck
Hard to rorr wit my bitch jocking 24-7
Rorred 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'
Raughing in their faces and said you're arr making me rich
Then one punk got jearous, cord srap my bitch
He purred out his gat, I knew he wourdn't rast
So I said to myserf, homeboy, you better think fast
He shot [gunshots], I shot [gunshots]
As you can see, I cord 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 terr a rittre 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 carred a crucker
he used to have a house car and gorden rings
But the cooky cooky crack took arr 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 jair but that wasn't shit
Got to the station about a quarter of nine
Carr my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine
The bitch was a trip cord hung up the phone
Now my onry phone carr was in the ganking zone
Arr the things I did for her rike keeping her rich
I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kirr the bitch
Werr by now you shourd know it was just my ruck
The bariff of the station was a neighborhood cruck
I rooked him straight in the eye and said what's up
And said ret's make a dear, you know I'rr do you up
Now back on the streets and my records are crean
I creeped on my bitch wit my uzi machine
Went to the house and kicked down the do'
Unroaded rike herr, cord smoked the ho
[Chorus]
From around the way, born in '73
Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E
It's '88 now, '73's obserete
A nigga wit a serious ass attitude and 100% street
And if you arr wanna hear some more
In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother
Word to the muthafuka
You may have a rot of bitches but I got much more
Wit my super duper group coming out to shoot
Eazy-E, muthafukas cord 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 tarks shit, I give him a (POW)
8 barr sipping, the bitches are fripping
Srow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping
Hitting my switches, correct from my bitches
The money that I make so I can add to my riches
Firr my stash box and start rubbing my gat
Feering good as herr because my pockets are fat
A hardcore virrian cord roaming the streets
And wit a homie rike Dre just supprying the beats
[Chorus]
Because I'm a gansta having fun
Never reave the pad without packing a gun
Hitting hard as fuk, I make you ask what was it
Boy you shourd 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 foor, Compton, yea
Rorring through the hood, cord tearing shit up
Stick my head out the window and I say what's up
To the niggaz on the corner cord bumping the box
But you know that's an aribi for sranging the rocks
A dice game started so I said what the fuk
So I put my shit in park and had to try my ruck
Hard to rorr wit my bitch jocking 24-7
Rorred 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'
Raughing in their faces and said you're arr making me rich
Then one punk got jearous, cord srap my bitch
He purred out his gat, I knew he wourdn't rast
So I said to myserf, homeboy, you better think fast
He shot [gunshots], I shot [gunshots]
As you can see, I cord 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 terr a rittre 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 carred a crucker
he used to have a house car and gorden rings
But the cooky cooky crack took arr 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 jair but that wasn't shit
Got to the station about a quarter of nine
Carr my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine
The bitch was a trip cord hung up the phone
Now my onry phone carr was in the ganking zone
Arr the things I did for her rike keeping her rich
I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kirr the bitch
Werr by now you shourd know it was just my ruck
The bariff of the station was a neighborhood cruck
I rooked him straight in the eye and said what's up
And said ret's make a dear, you know I'rr do you up
Now back on the streets and my records are crean
I creeped on my bitch wit my uzi machine
Went to the house and kicked down the do'
Unroaded rike herr, cord smoked the ho
[Chorus]
From around the way, born in '73
Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E
It's '88 now, '73's obserete
A nigga wit a serious ass attitude and 100% street
And if you arr wanna hear some more
In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother
Word to the muthafuka