[Eazy-E]
This is Eazy motherf**in' E, coming to you direct from the Penthouse
And we chillin' in this motherf**er
Yo Playa, spit
[Playa Hamm]
Break yourself hoes, you're in the presence of his Mackness
Ruthless/Priority is back with another platinum package
For the s**ers who didn't think we was coming just like this
Kiss my a** and watch a troop straight freak your b**h
And get a ho back with a mack smooth controlling the mind
And the body, be giving up the p**y a party
See busta-a** n***as getting paid, but it ain't sh** though
Yeah you punk motherf**ers doing low but yo
Witness a mack with strong back attack with no pity
Getting fat off your b**h's titty
Los Angeles Players of the Penthouse are worldwide
Run but you can't hide, check your girl I'm sure to slide
Run up and between and get a ho cause she's been asking for
Don't disrespect us, ??? she'll come back for more
Never underestimate the power of a young troop
Checking a fat grip and ain't on no head trip
With s**ers on the nut sack hanging from the hairs
And b**hes on the dick like my BVD underwear
For a freak ain't jocking for any reason, so what?
I'm a still hit some guts, get a nut, and a some cuts, s*ut
[Eazy-E]
If you do nothing, say nothing, you'll never be nothing
And there's a s**er born every motherf**in' minute
Yo Quik, kick that sh**
[DJ Quik]
Now the s**ers take a licking like a Timex
Cause I'm a troop and I'm rolling like a Rolex
And I'm your host with the most, Mr. Quik, Eazy-E
(And the P-E-N-T-H-O-U-S-E) with something bumping for your stereo
But s**er-a** n***as don't hear me though
But funky is the pa**word to make them fear me, though
Cause I'm platinum-bound with that west coast sound
And if you want to get down I got 17 rounds
Claiming you peel caps, n***a I pull naps
Of the next of the saps with that wack-a** cap
Like these South Bronx n***as, starving like rats
With songs more corny than Yo! MTV Raps
How would you figure that a n***a like the Quik would show you slack?
I'd rather put a f**ing shank in your back
Cause I'm the type of n***a that'll f** your moms at gunpoint
Off of Genuine Draft and a bud joint
So if you're looking in The Source magazine and don't see me
It's cause the f**ing East Coast is the enemy
But I got something that'll serve you right
Nighty night motherf**ers (gunshot), sleep tight
[Eazy-E]
Here comes another Penthouse Player, stepping on toes
Tweed Cadillac out for the money, the mic, and the hoes
Fade 'em my skinhead n***a
[Tweed]
Now I'm a wolf in sharp clothing and pose and be chosen
I'll rock the mic, the stage, the party, and the hoes and
Rolling s**ers up in a zag like a spliff
Smoking 'em, like a new pimp cigarette
It's been said that I'm a get f**ed
Or get f**ed standing straight up
It's something bout your face, make me want to slap it
Something bout your eye, make me want to black it
Call me "Earl Shibe," I'll dip you alive
Spraypaint your posse for $99.95
The track stainless, the record of Tweed
Don't confuse me, for your b**h or your homey
Yeah I'm talking sh**, only God can k** me
Your rhymes don't thrill me, s** my sweet dick, Willy
Yo, Larry Parker, where's my 3 million?
I want a bus in ninet deuce fill in
The P the P the C, pimp or die low
Shake it up baby, it's coming back dope
I ain't from Compton, I dwell in Los Angeles
Heart of California, land of the scandalous
[Eazy-E]
Now there you have it, Penthouse, true motherf**in' players
Kicking that pimp sh** for '92
And if you don't like it, f** you