Still A n*gga lyrics

[Intro: Spoken Word]
Straight off the streets of Compton
Dedicated and by most suckers hated
But I got something I want you motherf*ckers to know
I really don't give a f*ck
*laughing*

[Verse 1]
n*ggas ain't sh*t in the 90's, I don't trust 'em
And b*tches on my di*k but they ain't sh*t, so motherf*ck 'em
Eazy know's what's up, 'cause see he really don't give a f*ck
'Cause it don't concern me if don't pertain to money or a nut
But then again I talk to a few of my friends
Nine times out of ten 'bout some ends or some skins
'Cause I'm the type of n*gga that gotta have it like a rabbit
Rappin' is my hustle, bustin' ho's is a habit
I stab it like a true no good n*gga should
I do it the way a down O.G. n*gga would
And now n*ggas know Eric Wright ain't no busta
Another platinum cut from the Compton thugsta
My name is "Eazy-E"

[Hook: Spoken Word]
Eazy muthaphukkin E
A real n*gga
Born and raised in motherf*ckin' Compton
This one's dedicated to you busta-ass n*ggas
You know who you are
Smoke a fat ass joint to this, b*tch
*laughing*
[Verse 2]
I don't think I'm all this or that, but I'm all me
Original gangsta E-A-Z-Y-E
Down from the jump now I'm endin' with the biz and
Still rollin' in my 6-4 on them thizangs
Do wicked sh*t, 'cause sh*t is wicked on the streets
And from what my eyes see the wickedness will never cease
b*tches on my di*k and you know I'm runnin' y'all
So you just sold your soul to the motherf*ckin' devil's son-in-law
Wicked as could be Eazy-E got the flow
Leavin' a smell of death on the Row for sure
And a ho can't make me or break me
But she can take me to a motel
And work a n*gga swell
'Cause I'm Eazy-E

[Hook: Spoken Word]
Yeah, suck on these nuts, motherf*ckers
Get with the real and quit faking the funk
And oh yeah, stay off my di*k, haha
Really doe
*laughing*

[Verse 3]
I let my demons lose when I hit the 8 juice
And I leave a trail of stiffs when I'm high off a spliff
n*ggas talk sh*t so I talk a lot of sh*t, too
n*ggas wanna diss, f*ck them and their whole crew
In fact n*ggas thank ya for stockin' a n*ggas bank up
Yeah, I'm livin' swell but I'm a gangsta like Dresta
No not the doctor, physician or the MD
Dresta's an O.G., Doc is a phony
Only the real real still can chill with me
And the rest can't f*ck with E
'Cause I'm the O.G. that'll burn you down
The devil's son in law, king of the underground
Good to go with the flow that I throw
Givin' ya mo' to let a motherf*cker know
That I can get wreck on the set and make ya small
'Cause you know I ain't a joke
I'm a motherf*ckin' loc, and my name is Eazy-E
[Outro: Spoken Word]
Eazy muthaphukkin E
But you b*tches can just call me E
A real n*gga from the C-P-T
Kickin' ass and asking questions later
Oh yeah, don't get smoked, loc
And I'm out, motherf*ckers