Eazy-E Eazy-Duz-It Lyrics

Well I'm Eazy-E, I got b____es galore
You may have a lot of b____es but I got much more
Wit my super duper group coming out to shoot
Eazy-E, m____fukas cold knocking the boots
'Cause I'm a hip-hop thugster, I used to be a mugster
If you heard Compton, you think I own a drugstore
Getting stupid because I know how
And if a sucker talks s___, I give him a (POW)
8 ball sipping, the b____es are flipping
Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping
Hitting my switches, collect from my b____es
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

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Because I'm a gansta having fun
Never leave the pad without packing a gun
Hitting hard as f__, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it

I was knocking m____fukas out
What's your name boy
Funky, fresh Eazy-E
Kick, kick that s___
Where you from fool, Compton, yea

Rolling through the hood, cold tearing s___ up
Stick my head out the window and I say what's up
To the n____z on the corner cold b__ping 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 s___ in park and had to try my luck
Hard to roll wit my b____ jocking 24-7
Rolled them m____fukas, ate 'em up, hit 11
Got another point, I made a ten a fo'
Was taking n____z 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____
He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last
So I said to myself, homeboy, you better think fast
He shot (gunshots), I shot (gunshots)
As you can see, I cold smoked his a__ (ha ha)

Chorus

(Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)
m____fuking 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

Now I'm a break it down just to tell a little story
Straight out the box from the gangsta category
About a sucker, a sucker m____fuka
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____ on the street and straight took his a__ out
Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit
Yea I went to jail but that wasn't s___
Got to the station about a quarter of nine
Call my b____ to get me out 'cause I was down for mine
The b____ was a trip cold hung up the phone
Now my only phone call was in the ganking zone
All the things I did for her like keeping her rich
I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the b____
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____ wit my uzi machine
Went to the house and kicked down the do'
Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the ho

Chorus

From around the way, born in '73
Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E
It's '88 now, '73's obselete
A n____ 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 m____fuka