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Well I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches galore
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You may have a lot of bitches but I got much more
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Wit my super duper group coming out to shoot
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Eazy-E, muthafukas cold knocking the boots
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'Cause I'm a hip-hop thugster, I used to be a mugster
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If you heard Compton, you think I own a drugstore
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Getting stupid because I know how
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And if a sucker talks shit, I give him a (POW)
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8 ball sipping, the bitches are flipping
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Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping
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Hitting my switches, collect from my bitches
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The money that I make so I can add to my riches
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Fill my stash box and start rubbing my gat
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Feeling good as hell because my pockets are fat
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A hardcore villian cold roaming the streets
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And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats
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(Chorus)
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Because I'm a gansta having fun
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Never leave the pad without packing a gun
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Hitting hard as fuk, I make you ask what was it
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Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it
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I was knocking muthafukas out
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What's your name boy
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Funky, fresh Eazy-E
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Kick, kick that shit
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Where you from fool, Compton, yea
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Rolling through the hood, cold tearing shit up
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Stick my head out the window and I say what's up
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To the niggaz on the corner cold bumping the box
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But you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocks
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A dice game started so I said what the fuk
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So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck
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Hard to roll wit my bitch jocking 24-7
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Rolled them muthafukas, ate 'em up, hit 11
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Got another point, I made a ten a fo'
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Was taking niggaz money and was itching for mo'
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Laughing in their faces and said you're all making me rich
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Then one punk got jealous, cold slap my bitch
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He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last
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So I said to myself, homeboy, you better think fast
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He shot (gunshots), I shot (gunshots)
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As you can see, I cold broke his ass (ha ha)
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Chorus
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(Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)
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Muthafuking Eazy duz it
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But how does he do it
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Eazy duz it do it eazy
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That's what I'm doing
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STOP
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Man whatcha gonna do now
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Now I'm a break it down just to tell a little story
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Straight out the box from the gangsta category
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About a sucker, a sucker muthafuka
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He's addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton called a clucker
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he used to have a house car and golden rings
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But the cooky cooky crack took all those things
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he must of been starving 'cause he broke in my house
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Caught the nigga on the street and straight took his ass out
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Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit
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Yea I went to jail but that wasn't shit
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Got to the station about a quarter of nine
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Call my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine
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The bitch was a trip cold hung up the phone
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Now my only phone call was in the ganking zone
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All the things I did for her like keeping her rich
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I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch
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Well by now you should know it was just my luck
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The baliff of the station was a neighborhood cluck
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I looked him straight in the eye and said what's up
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And said let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up
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Now back on the streets and my records are clean
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I creeped on my bitch wit my uzi machine
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Went to the house and kicked down the do'
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Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the ho
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Chorus
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From around the way, born in '73
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Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E
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It's '88 now, '73's obselete
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A nigga wit a serious ass attitude and 100% street
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And if you all wanna hear some more
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In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother
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Word to the muthafuka
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Eazy Duz It
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