Karaoké Eazy-Duz-It Eazy-E

Bitch shut the fuck up

Get the fuck out of here

Yo Dre

Give me a funky ass bassline

What's up

What the fuck is up

In the place to be

Up

Be

Comin' on the mic is Eazy-motherfuckin'-E

E

Dre is on the beat

Yella's on the cut

So listen up close while we rip shit up

Well I'm Eazy-E

I got bitches galore

You may have a lot of bitches but I got much more

With my super-duper group comin' out the chute

Eazy-E motherfuckers

Cold knockin' the boots

'Cos I'm a hip-hop thugster

I used to be a mugster

If you heard you think I own a drugstore

Gettin' stupid because I know how

And if a sucker talks shit

I give him a

Eight-ball sippin'

The bitches are flippin'

Slow down, I hit a dip and continue my trippin'

Hittin' my switches

Collect from my bitches

The money that I make so I can add to my riches

Fill my stash box and start rubbin' my gat

Feelin' good as hell because my pockets are fat

A hardcore villain cold roamin' the streets

And with a homie like Dre just supplyin' the beats

Because I'm a gangsta havin' fun

Never leave the pad without packin' a gun

Hittin' hard as fuck

I make you ask what was it

Boy you should have known by now

Eazy-Duz-It

Rollin' through the hood

Cold tearin' shit up

Stick my head out the window and I say What's up

To the niggas on the corner cold bumpin' the box

But you know that's an alibi for slangin' the rocks

A dice game start so I said

What the fuck

So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck

Hard to roll with my bitch jockin' twenty-four-seven

Rolled them motherfuckers

Ate 'em up, hit eleven

Got another point

I made a ten a fo'

Was takin' niggas money and was itchin' for mo'

Laughin' in their faces and said

You're all makin' me rich

'Till 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

Then I shot

As you can see I cold smoked his ass

Because I'm a gangsta havin' fun

Never leave the pad without packin' a gun

Hittin' hard as fuck

I make you ask what was it

Boy you should have known by now

Eazy-Duz-It

Wait a minute, wait a minute

Who does it

Motherfuckin' Eazy does it

But how does he do it

Eazy-Duz-It, do it Eazy

That's what I'm doin'

Stop

Man what you gonna do now

Now Imma break it down just to tell a little story

Straight out the box from the gangsta category

About a sucker

A sucker motherfucker

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've been starvin' 'cos he broke in my house

Caught the nigga on the street and straight took his ass out

Now I'm wanted for a murder that I had to commit

Yeah

I went to jail but that wasn't shit

Got to the station 'bout a quarter to nine

Call my bitch to get me out 'cos I was down for mine

The bitch was a trip

Cold hung up the phone

Now my only phone call was in the gankin' zone

All the shit I did for her like keepin' her rich

I swear when I get out

I'm gonna kill the bitch

Well by now you could guess that it was just my luck

The bailiff 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 with my Uzi machine

Went to the house and kicked down the do'

Unloaded like hell

Cold smoked the ho

Because I'm a gangsta havin' fun

Never leave the pad without packin' a gun

Hittin' hard as fuck

I make you ask what was it

Boy you should have known by now

Eazy-Duz-It

From around the way

Born in seventy-three

Hardcore B-boy named Eazy-E

It's eighty-eight and now seventy-three's obsolete

A nigga with a serious ass attitude and a hundred percent street

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