Lirik Lagu Eazy Duz It - Eazy E
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Well I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches galoreYou may have a lot of bitches but I got much moreWit my super duper group coming out to shootEazy-E, muthafukas cold knocking the boots'Cause I'm a hip-hop thugster, I used to be a mugsterIf you heard Compton, you think I own a drugstoreGetting stupid because I know howAnd if a sucker talks shit, I give him a (POW)8 ball sipping, the bitches are flippingSlow down, I hit a dipping, continue my trippingHitting my switches, collect from my bitchesThe money that I make so I can add to my richesFill my stash box and start rubbing my gatFeeling good as hell because my pockets are fatA hardcore villian cold roaming the streetsAnd wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats
(Chorus)Because I'm a gansta having funNever leave the pad without packing a gunHitting hard as fuk, I make you ask what was itBoy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it
I was knocking muthafukas outWhat's your name boyFunky, fresh Eazy-EKick, kick that shitWhere you from fool, Compton, yea
Rolling through the hood, cold tearing shit upStick my head out the window and I say what's upTo the niggaz on the corner cold bumping the boxBut you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocksA dice game started so I said what the fukSo I put my shit in park and had to try my luckHard to roll wit my bitch jocking 24-7Rolled them muthafukas, ate 'em up, hit 11Got another point, I made a ten a fo'Was taking niggaz money and was itching for mo'Laughing in their faces and said you're all making me richThen one punk got jealous, cold slap my bitchHe pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't lastSo I said to myself, homeboy, you better think fastHe shot (gunshots), I shot (gunshots)As you can see, I cold broke his ass (ha ha)
Chorus
(Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)Muthafuking Eazy duz itBut how does he do itEazy duz it do it eazyThat's what I'm doingSTOPMan whatcha gonna do now
Now I'm a break it down just to tell a little storyStraight out the box from the gangsta categoryAbout a sucker, a sucker muthafukaHe's addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton called a cluckerhe used to have a house car and golden ringsBut the cooky cooky crack took all those thingshe must of been starving 'cause he broke in my houseCaught the nigga on the street and straight took his ass outNow I wanted for a murder that I had to commitYea I went to jail but that wasn't shitGot to the station about a quarter of nineCall my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mineThe bitch was a trip cold hung up the phoneNow my only phone call was in the ganking zoneAll the things I did for her like keeping her richI swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitchWell by now you should know it was just my luckThe baliff of the station was a neighborhood cluckI looked him straight in the eye and said what's upAnd said let's make a deal, you know I'll do you upNow back on the streets and my records are cleanI creeped on my bitch wit my uzi machineWent to the house and kicked down the do'Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the ho
Chorus
From around the way, born in '73Harcore B-boy named Eazy-EIt's '88 now, '73's obseleteA nigga wit a serious ass attitude and 100% streetAnd if you all wanna hear some moreIn one way or the other, I'm a bad brotherWord to the muthafuka
(Chorus)Because I'm a gansta having funNever leave the pad without packing a gunHitting hard as fuk, I make you ask what was itBoy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it
I was knocking muthafukas outWhat's your name boyFunky, fresh Eazy-EKick, kick that shitWhere you from fool, Compton, yea
Rolling through the hood, cold tearing shit upStick my head out the window and I say what's upTo the niggaz on the corner cold bumping the boxBut you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocksA dice game started so I said what the fukSo I put my shit in park and had to try my luckHard to roll wit my bitch jocking 24-7Rolled them muthafukas, ate 'em up, hit 11Got another point, I made a ten a fo'Was taking niggaz money and was itching for mo'Laughing in their faces and said you're all making me richThen one punk got jealous, cold slap my bitchHe pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't lastSo I said to myself, homeboy, you better think fastHe shot (gunshots), I shot (gunshots)As you can see, I cold broke his ass (ha ha)
Chorus
(Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)Muthafuking Eazy duz itBut how does he do itEazy duz it do it eazyThat's what I'm doingSTOPMan whatcha gonna do now
Now I'm a break it down just to tell a little storyStraight out the box from the gangsta categoryAbout a sucker, a sucker muthafukaHe's addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton called a cluckerhe used to have a house car and golden ringsBut the cooky cooky crack took all those thingshe must of been starving 'cause he broke in my houseCaught the nigga on the street and straight took his ass outNow I wanted for a murder that I had to commitYea I went to jail but that wasn't shitGot to the station about a quarter of nineCall my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mineThe bitch was a trip cold hung up the phoneNow my only phone call was in the ganking zoneAll the things I did for her like keeping her richI swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitchWell by now you should know it was just my luckThe baliff of the station was a neighborhood cluckI looked him straight in the eye and said what's upAnd said let's make a deal, you know I'll do you upNow back on the streets and my records are cleanI creeped on my bitch wit my uzi machineWent to the house and kicked down the do'Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the ho
Chorus
From around the way, born in '73Harcore B-boy named Eazy-EIt's '88 now, '73's obseleteA nigga wit a serious ass attitude and 100% streetAnd if you all wanna hear some moreIn one way or the other, I'm a bad brotherWord to the muthafuka
