Priority Records - Eazy Duz It lyrics

[Little Girl Voice] He was once a thug from around the way. Eazy, but you should [Eazy-E] b**h, Shut the f** up. Get the f** out of here Yo Dre! (What's up?) give me a funky a** ba** line [Intro Hook] What the f** is up? In the place to be Coming on the mic is Eazy Mothaf**in-E Dre is on the beat Yella's on the cut So listen up close while we rip sh** up (sh** up x5) [Verse 1] Well I'm Eazy-E, I got b**hes galore You may have a lot of b**hes but I got much more Wit my super duper group coming out the chute Eazy-E, motherf**ers, 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 d**tore Getting stupid because I know how And if a s**er talks sh**, I give him a (POW) 8 ball sipping, the b**hes are flipping Slow down, I hit a dip and, continue my tripping Hitting my switches, collect from my b**hes The money that I make so I can add to my riches Fill my stash box and start rubbing my gat Feeling good as hell because my pockets are fat A hardcore villian cold roaming the streets And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats [Hook] Because I'm a gansta having fun Never leave the pad without packing a gun Hitting hard as fuk, I make you ask what was it Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it ("I was") ("knocking muthafukas out") ("What's your name, boy?") ("Funky, fresh Eazy-E") ("Kick, kick that sh**") ("Where you from fool?") Compton, yea [Verse 2] Rolling through the hood, cold tearing sh** up Stick my head out the window and I say what's up To the n***as on the corner cold bumping the box But you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocks A dice game started so I said what the f** So I put my sh** in park and had to try my luck Hard to roll wit my b**h jocking 24-7 Rolled them muthafukas, ate 'em up, hit 11 Got another point, I made a ten a fo' Was taking n***as money and was itching for mo' Laughing in their faces and said you're all making me rich Till one punk got jealous, cold slap my b**h He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last So I said to myself, homeboy, you better think fast He shot (gunshots), Then I shot (gunshots) As you can see, I cold smoked his a** (ha ha) [Hook] (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 [Verse 3] Now I'm a break it down just to tell a little story Straight out the box from the gangsta category About a s**er, a s**er muthafuka 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 of been starving cause he broke in my house Caught the n***a on the street and straight took his a** out Now I'm wanted for a murder that I had to commit Yea I went to jail but that wasn't sh** Got to the station about a quarter of nine Call my b**h to get me out cause I was down for mine The b**h was a trip cold hung up the phone Now my only phone call was in the ganking zone All the sh*t I did for her like keeping her rich I swear when I get out, I'm gonna k** the b**h Well by now you should know it was just my luck The baliff 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 b**h wit my uzi machine Went to the house and kicked down the do' Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the ho [Hook] From around the way, born in '73 Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E It's '88 now, '73's obselete A n***a wit a serious a** attitude and 100% street And if you all wanna hear some more In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother Word to the muthafuka