Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eazy-Duz-It, artist - Eazy-E. Album song Gangsta Memorial, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
Eazy-Duz-It |
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 |