Eazy Street lyrics

by

Naughty By Nature


[Verse 1: Eazy-E]
Now I'mma break it down and tell a story
About a n*gga in the wrong territory
Sharon and Shide is who he had to meet
He made a right turn down the wrong street
Now whatta, whatta, whatta, what a pity
A new jack in my motherf*ckin' city

Compton that is
They say it's n*ggas pimpin'
Gangsta limpin'

But back back to the nitty gritty
Bout this n*gga slippin' in my f*ckin' city
By the time that he realized that he f*cked up
The stupid muthaf*cka got a foot in his ass
Now this is how the story goes
Don't you ever bring your ass
In my neiborhood f*ckin' my hoes
Cause they my hoes and I knows
When they've been f*cked

"Fellas, I'm ready to get up and do my thing."
"Doin' it you know."

[Eazy-E]
Now lets get the story about the b*tches
And tell how this kid went from right to riches
Now he's drivin' fancy cars gettin' b*tches galore
He was a dirty little boy that I knew next door
[Dr. Dre impersonating Mack Romey]
Mack the muthaf*ckin' Romey
The one and only
My di*k's too hard to be lonely

[Eazy-E]
Now this muthaf*cka braggin' on how
He got all this and that and he got
All these b*tches callin' him Big Daddy
Ain't that a b*tch how this muthaf*cka
Get rich on my muthaf*ckin' street
That's supposed to be my goddamn money
And this bast*rd is use to wear platform
Shoes, plaid pants and nappy-ass hat under
A f*cked up hat now lets kick the story
About that

[Eazy-E]
When the sun falls
And the sh*t falls down
So when people start comin' around
Knockin' at the door sayin' we want more
And moms wonderin' what the f*ck they here for
Rock cocaine, yeah, just as I figured
But he can do that cause he's that n*gga
From Eazy Street on the road to riches
Money, cars, houses, and hoes
That's how the story goes
And if the n*gga stays up you
Know he can't be beat
All this sh*t happens on Eazy Street
[Eazy-E]
Now back to the story about the b*tches

["About the what?"]

[Eazy-E]
The b*tches, the b*tches, the b*tches yo
The b*tches that wanna get with me
The E, the A, the Z, the Y, the E
So whats up b*tch you wanna play
Yo why don't you kiss whats behind the button display
My di*k gets

[Eazy-E]
Like Ballpark Franks baby
Plump when you cook 'em
You know what I mean
My di*k gets

[Dr. Dre]
Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh up

[Eazy-E]
Higher than a muthaf*cka

[Dr. Dre]
sh*t thats sure enough funky right there
Yo E, kick some knowledge man explain to 'em
What you mean
[Eazy-E]
Uh oh day
Day dum day
Come on baby why don't ya suck it this way
Aaaaah ooooh

[Dr. Dre]
sh*t don't find the phillie baby
Let it all hang out

[Eazy-E]
I feel it comin' (I feel it comin')
It's comin' out (it's comin' out)

[Dr. Dre]
Kick it one more time

[Eazy-E]
Uh oh day
Day dum day
Come on baby why don't ya suck it this way
Aaaaah ooooh

[Eazy-E]
Uh oh day
Day dum day
Come on baby why don't ya suck it this way
Aaaaah ooooh

[Dr. Dre]
Oh yeah E give me a solo

[Eazy-E]
[*Talking Weird*]
It all happens on Eazy Street
You stupid muthaf*cka!
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