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    "Eazy-Duz-It" Lyrics

    N.W.A. feat. Eazy-E

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    Little Girl Voice) He once was a thug from around the way.
    Eazy, but you should(Eazy-E Interupts with)
    Bitch, Shut the fuck up.Get the fuck out of here.
    Yo Dre give me a funky ass bass line.

    (Intro Chorus)
    What fuck is up? In the place to be.
    Coming on the mic is Eazy Motherfucking-E.
    Dre is on the beat.Yella's on the cut.
    So listen right close while we rip shit up.
    (Shit Up echoes while fading.)

    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 to shoot
    Eazy-E, motherfuckers cold knocking the boots
    'Cause I'm a hip-hop thugster, I used to be a mugster
    If you heard (cash register), 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 dipping, 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 ganster 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 does it

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

    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 motherfuckers, 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 ganster 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 does it

    (Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)
    Motherfucking Eazy does it
    But how does he do it
    Eazy does it do it eazy
    That's what I'm doing
    Stop
    Man what ya 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 motherfucker
    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 nigga on the street and straight took his ass out
    Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit
    Yea 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 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 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 ganster 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 does it

    From around the way, born in '73
    Hardcore B-boy named Eazy-E
    It's '88 now, '73's obsolete
    A nigga with a serious ass 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 motherfucker
    This song was submitted on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing.
    Written by George Clinton, William Bootsy Collins, Lorenzo Patterson, Abrim Tilmon, Bernard Worrell, Eric Wright, Andre Young.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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