Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No More ?'s, 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
No More ?'s |
Ruthless, my style as a juvenile |
Ran with a gang, slanged in the meanwhile |
Bankin, I specialized in gankin |
whites, Mexicans, brothers and others |
Daily, it’s all about comin up Makin sure no punks are runnin up Strapped with a gat when I’m walkin through Compton |
Terrible, I never listened to my mother |
It went in one ear, and out the other |
Ran my gang, sold undercover |
Call a girl out a name, yo I ain’t no lover |
I’m a pimp, mack daddy, lookin for the dollar |
At thirteen I bought a six-fo'Impala |
Rollin, and runnin from the police |
Brother don’t you know you can’t trust a thief |
or thug, convict, hoodlum or criminal |
Leave your car open, gank for your stereo |
Hard and raw, no regard for the law |
Hell no! |
Just trippin off 8-ball |
And girls ain’t nothin but female dogs to me Bitches! |
I’m sorry for that verse |
It’s in my nature, I gotta curse |
out anybody gettin on my nerves |
You get beat, ganked, broke and served |
So… you know who I am and if you don’t like it, I really don’t give a damn |
Sometimes |
Verse Two: Eazy-E |
Wait… for some people to leave |
I got another trick up my sleeve |
Step with pep to the back of the house |
Look then… all the lights are out |
Grabbed the door and it’s locked, so easily made my way to the window |
Lift it up slow, cause it takes timing |
Looked around, and then I climbed in Once inside, I start takin |
Cause you know it’s no time for shakin |
Get what you gonna get, front and center |
or get five years for breakin and enter |
Move quickly, but no runnin |
Shht, I think somebody’s comin |
Hear the front door key, and I flee |
out the back door with a fist full of jewelry |
Over the wall… don’t fall |
Wipe my sweat cause that was a close call |
Gettin ganked by the E is a lesson |
So… is there any more questions? |
[Female: Yes, as a matter of fact, there is… |
Have you ever been involved in, like, a armed robbery or a hold-up?] |
You mean a 211? |
Verse Three: Eazy-E |
There’s a store, but don’t point |
Walk inside, case the joint |
One man behind the counter, another in the back |
Go out to the car and load the gat |
Grabbed the ski mask, here’s the task |
Go in broke, come out with cash |
Yeah, you gotta be cunnin |
Told Ice Cube to leave the car runnin |
Walked in, said: This is a robbery |
Didn’t need the money, it’s just a hobby |
Fill the bag, homeboy, don’t lag |
I want money, beer, and a pack of zig-zags |
The man in the back had a camera |
so he came out to test his stamina |
against Eazy E, but he took one |
Fell to the floor, so I ran |
back to the bucket, then I said: Punch it Took the gun, and then dumped it |
I’m not like Robin Hood, cause I want more |
Steal from the rich, hang with the poor |
My pockets are fat, you see, it don’t matter to me |
I feel like nobody is badder than me I don’t lie |
You see… I’m not mister nice guy |
Not exactly |
Outro: Eazy-E |
Bad and bold, you can’t get with this |
Those that tried, you’re on my hit list |
Can’t be caught, sought or fought |
thought, and damn so what? |
Down and dirty from the C-P-T |
One more, before we end this session |
No more questions! |