| He was once a thug from around the way
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| Eazy, but you should
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| Bitch shut the fuck up, get the fuck out of here
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| Yo, Dre (What's up?) give me a funky ass bassline
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| What the fuck is up?
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| In the place to be
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| Coming on the mic is Eazy-mothafuckin-E
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| Dre is on the beat, Yella’s on the cut
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| So listen up close while we rip shit up
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| Well I’m Eazy-E, I got bitches galore
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| You may have a lot of bitches but I got much more
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| Wit my super duper group coming out the chute
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| Eazy-E, motherfuckers, cold knocking the boots
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| 'Cause I’m a hip-hop thugster — I used to be a mugster
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| If you heard (Dopeman), you think I own a drugstore
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| Getting stupid because I know how
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| And if a sucker talks shit, I give him a (POW)
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| 8 ball sipping, the bitches are flipping
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| Slow down, I hit a dip and, continue my tripping
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| Hitting my switches, collect from my bitches
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| The money that I make so I can add to my riches
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| Fill my stash box and start rubbing my gat
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| Feeling good as hell because my pockets are fat
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| A hardcore villain cold roaming the streets
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| And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats
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| Because I’m a gangsta having fun
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| Never leave the pad without packing a gun
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| Hitting hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
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| Boy, you should have known by now, Eazy-Duz-It
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| («I was») («knocking muthafuckas out»)
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| («What's your name, boy?»)
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| («Funky, fresh Eazy-E»)
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| («Kick, kick that shit»)
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| («Where you from fool?») («Compton») («Yeah!»)
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| Rolling through the hood, cold tearing shit up
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| Stick my head out the window and I say what’s up
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| To the niggas on the corner cold bumping the box
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| But you know that’s an alibi for slanging the rocks
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| A dice game started so I said what the fuck
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| So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck
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| Hard to roll wit my bitch jocking 24−7
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| Rolled them muthafuckas, ate 'em up, hit 11
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| Got another point, I made a ten a fo'
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| Was taking niggas money and was itching for mo'
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| Laughing in their faces and said you’re all making me rich
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| Till one punk got jealous, cold slap my bitch
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| He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn’t last
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| So I said to myself, homeboy, you better think fast
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| He shot (gunshots), Then I shot (gunshots)
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| As you can see, I cold smoked his ass (ha ha)
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| Because I’m a gangsta having fun
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| Never leave the pad without packing a gun
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| Hitting hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
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| Boy you should have known by now, Eazy-Duz-It
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| Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it
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| Muthafuckin' Eazy does it
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| (But how does he do it)
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| «Eazy duz it, do it eazy, that’s what I’m doing»
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| («Stop!») (Man, whatcha gonna do now?)
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| Now I’ma break it down just to tell a little story
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| Straight out the box from the gangsta category
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| About a sucker, a sucker muthafucka
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| He’s addicted, he’s a smoker but in Compton called a clucker
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| He used to have a house car and golden rings
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| But the cooky cooky crack took all those things
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| He must’ve been starving 'cause he broke in my house
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| Caught the nigga on the street and straight took his ass out
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| Now I’m wanted for a murder that I had to commit
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| Yeah I went to jail but that wasn’t shit
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| Got to the station about a quarter of nine
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| Call my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine
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| The bitch was a trip cold hung up the phone
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| Now my only phone call was in the ganking zone
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| All the shit I did for her like keeping her rich
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| I swear when I get out, I’m gonna kill the bitch
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| Well by now you should know it was just my luck
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| The bailiff of the station was a neighborhood cluck
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| I looked him straight in the eye and said what’s up
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| And said let’s make a deal, you know I’ll do you up
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| Now back on the streets and my records are clean
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| I creeped on my bitch wit my Uzi machine
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| Went to the house and kicked down the do'
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| Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the ho
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| Because I’m a gangsta having fun
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| Never leave the pad without packing a gun
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| Hitting hard as fuck, I make you ask what was it
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| Boy, you should have known by now, Eazy-Duz-It
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| From around the way, born in '73
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| Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E
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| It’s '88 now, '73's obsolete
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| A nigga with a serious ass attitude and a hundred percent street
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| And if you all wanna hear some more…
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| In one way or the other, I’m a bad brother
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| Word to the muthafucka |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Eazy-Duz-It , by - Eazy-E. Song from the album Gangsta Memorial, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп