Eazy-Duz-It

Lyrics
[Intro: Michel'le, Eazy-E, & Dr. Dre] He was once a thug from around the way Eazy, but you should— Bitch, shut the fuck up! Get the fuck outta here! Yo, Dre (What's up?) Give me a funky ass bassline! [Bridge] What the fuck is up? (Up) in the place to be (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 (Shit up, shit up, shit up, shit up) [Verse 1] 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 the chute Eazy-E, motherfuckers, cold knocking the boots 'Cause I'm a hip-hop thugster, I used to be a mugster If you heard dopeman, 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 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 Feeling good as hell because my pockets are fat A hardcore villain cold roamin' the streets And wit' a homie like Dre just supplyin' the beats [Chorus] Because I'm a gangsta having fun Never leave the pad without packing a gun Hitting hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it Boy, you should have known by now, Eazy-Duz-It [Bridge] ("I was") ("knocking motherfuckers out") ("What's your name, boy?") ("Funky, fresh Eazy-E") ("Kick, kick that shit") ("Where you from, fool?") ("Compton") ("Yeah!") [Verse 2] Rolling through the hood, cold tearing 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 starts, I said, "What the fuck?" So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck Hard to roll wit' my bitch jockin' 24-7 Rolled them motherfuckers, ate 'em up, hit 11 (Rock that shit, homie) Got another point, I made a ten a fo' Was takin' niggas money and was itchin' for mo' Laughing in they face and said, "Y'all making me rich" 'Til one punk got jealous, cold slapped 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 (*pow, pow*), then I shot (*gunshots*) As you can see, I cold smoked his ass (Haha) [Chorus] Because I'm a gangsta having fun Never leave the pad without packing a gun Hitting hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it Boy, you should have known by now, Eazy-Duz-It [Interlude: Dr. Dre + Eazy-E (MC Ren)] 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 doing" ("Stop!") (Man, what you gonna do now?) [Verse 3] Now I'ma 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 starving 'cause 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 about a quarter to 9 Called 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 gankin' zone All the shit I did for her, like keeping her rich I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch Well, by now you can 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 wit' my Uzi machine Went to the house and kicked down the do' Unloaded like hell and cold smoked the ho [Chorus] Because I'm a gangsta having fun Never leave the pad without packing a gun Hitting hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it Boy, you should have known by now, Eazy-Duz-It [Outro] From around the way, born in '73 Hardcore B-boy named Eazy-E It's '88 now, '73's obsolete A nigga with a serious ass attitude and a hundred percent street And if you all wanna hear some more... In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother Word to the motherfucker
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Credits
- Writers
- MC Ren
- Dr. Dre
- Eazy-E
- George Clinton
- Bernie Worrell