Eazy-Duz-It - Eazy-E, Dr. Dre, MC Ren

He was once a thug from around the way

Eazy, but you should

Bitch shut the fuck up, get the fuck out of here

Yo, Dre (What's up?) give me a funky ass bassline

What the fuck is up?

In the place to be

Coming on the mic is Eazy-mothafuckin-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

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 sipping, the bitches are flipping

Slow down, I hit a dip and, continue my tripping

Hitting my switches, collect from my bitches

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 villain cold roaming the streets

And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats

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

(«I was») («knocking muthafuckas out»)

(«What's your name, boy?»)

(«Funky, fresh Eazy-E»)

(«Kick, kick that shit»)

(«Where you from fool?») («Compton») («Yeah!»)

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 bumping the box

But you know that’s an alibi for slanging the rocks

A dice game started so I said what the fuck

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

Hard to roll wit my bitch jocking 24−7

Rolled them muthafuckas, ate 'em up, hit 11

Got another point, I made a ten a fo'

Was taking niggas 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 bitch

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 ass (ha ha)

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

Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it

Muthafuckin' Eazy does 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?)

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 muthafucka

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 of nine

Call 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 ganking 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 should know 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, cold smoked the ho

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

From around the way, born in '73

Harcore 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 muthafucka