Eazy-E - Eazy-Duz-It lyrics

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