Eazy-Duz-It lyrics

[Intro: Michel'le, Eazy-E, & Dr. Dre]
He was once a thug from around the way
Eazy, but you should—
b*tch, shut the f*ck up! Get the f*ck out of here
Yo, Dre (What's up?), Give me a funky ass bassline!

[Bridge]
What the f*ck is up? (Sup)
In the place to be (Be)
Coming on the mic is Eazy-mothaf*ckin-E (E)
Dre is on the beat, Yella's on the cut
So listen up close while we rip sh*t up
(sh*t up, sh*t up, sh*t up, sh*t up)

[Verse 1]
Well I'm Eazy-E, I got b*tches galore
You may have a lot of b*tches, but I got much more
Wit my super-duper group coming out the chute
Eazy-E, motherf*ckers, 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 sh*t, I give him a (POW)
8-ball sipping, the b*tches are flipping
Slow down, I hit a dip and, continue my tripping
Hitting my switches, collect from my b*tches
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
[Chorus]
Because I'm a gangsta having fun
Never leave the pad without packing a gun
Hitting hard as f*ck, I make you ask what was it
Boy, you should have known by now, Eazy-Duz-It

[Bridge]
("I was") ("knocking muthaf*ckas out")
("What's your name, boy?")
("Funky, fresh Eazy-E")
("Kick, kick that sh*t")
("Where you from, fool?") ("Compton") ("Yeah!")

[Verse 2]
Rolling through the hood, cold tearing sh*t up
Stick my head out the window and I say what's up
To the n*ggas 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 f*ck?"
So I put my sh*t in park and had to try my luck
Hard to roll wit my b*tch jocking 24-7
Rolled them muthaf*ckas, ate 'em up, hit 11 (Rock that sh*t, homie!)
Got another point, I made a ten a fo'
Was taking n*ggas money and was itching for mo'
Laughing in their faces and said you're all making me rich
'Til one punk got jealous, cold slap my b*tch
He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last
So I said to myself, homeboy, you better think fast
He shot (*pow, pow*), then I shot (*gunshots*)
As you can see, I cold smoked his ass (Haha!)
[Chorus]
Because I'm a gangsta having fun
Never leave the pad without packing a gun
Hitting hard as f*ck, I make you ask what was it
Boy, you should have known by now, Eazy-Duz-It

[Interlude: Dr. Dre + Eazy-E (MC Ren)]
Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it
Muthaf*ckin' 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?)

[Verse 3]
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 muthaf*cka
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 n*gga 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 sh*t
Got to the station about a quarter of nine
Call my b*tch to get me out, 'cause I was down for mine
The b*tch was a trip, cold hung up the phone
Now my only phone call was in the ganking zone
All the sh*t I did for her like keeping her rich
I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the b*tch
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 b*tch wit my Uzi machine
Went to the house and kicked down the do'
Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the ho
[Chorus]
Because I'm a gangsta having fun
Never leave the pad without packing a gun
Hitting hard as f*ck, I make you ask what was it
Boy, you should have known by now, Eazy-Duz-It

[Outro]
From around the way, born in '73
Hardcore B-boy named Eazy-E
It's '88 now, '73's obsolete
A n*gga 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 muthaf*cka