Well I'm Eazy-E, I got women galore
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You may have a lot of women but I got much more
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Wit my super duper group coming out to shoot
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Eazy-E, homegirls, cold knocking the boots
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'Cause I'm a hip-hop thugster, I used to be a mugster
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If you heard Compton, you think I own a drugstore
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Getting stupid because I got it like that
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And if a sucker talks thrash, I give him a smack
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8 ball sipping, the women are flipping
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Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping
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Hitting my switches, collect from my bitches
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The money that I make so I can add to my riches
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Fill my stash box and start rubbing my gat
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Feeling good as hell because my pockets are fat
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A hardcore villian cold roaming the streets
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And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats
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(Chorus)
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Because I'm a gansta having fun
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Always got the nuckleheads on the run
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Hit me like that, I make you ask what was it
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Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it
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I was knocking out
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What's your name boy
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Funky, fresh Eazy-E
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Kick, kick that
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Where you from fool, Compton, yea
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Rolling through the hood, cold tearing it up
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Stick my head out the window and I say what's up
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To the homies on the corner cold bumping the box
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But you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocks
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A dice game started so I pulled out a buck
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Then I put my car in park so I could try my luck
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Hard to roll wit my girl jocking 24-7
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Rolled one time, ate 'em up, hit 11
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Got another point, I made a ten a fo'
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Was cleaning up fast and was itching for mo'
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Laughing in their faces cause the boy was too quick
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Then one fool got jealous, said you're making me sick
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He acted really stupid, I knew he wouldn't last
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So I said to myself, homeboy, you better think fast
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He went damn, then I went money gone
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As you can see, I cold broke his (ha ha)
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Chorus
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(Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)
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I said Eazy duz it
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But how does he do it
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Eazy duz it do it eazy
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That's what I'm doing
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STOP
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Man whatcha gonna do now
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Now I'm a break it down just to tell a little story
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Straight out the box from the gangsta category
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About a sucker, a sucker named Tucker
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He's addicted, he's a smoker but in Compton called a clucker
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He used to have a house car and golden rings
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But the cooky cooky crack took all those things
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He must of been starving 'cause he broke in my house
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Caught the fool on the block and cold knock the boy out
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Now I wanted for assault that I had to commit
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Yea I went to jail but that wasn't it
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Got to the station about a quarter of nine
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Call my girl to get me out 'cause I was down for mine
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The girl was a trip cold hung up the phone
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Now my only phone call was in the ganking zone
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All the things I did for her like keeping her on top
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I swear when I get out, It's gonna have to stop
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Well by now you should know it was just my luck
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The baliff of the station was a neighborhood cluck
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I looked him straight in the eye and said what's up
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And said let's make a deal, you know I'll do you up
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Now back on the streets and I'm feeling good
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I got the stupid girl in the neighborhood
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Pulled her by the hair and it was all because
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I had to show the girl what time it was
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Chorus
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From around the way, born in '73
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Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E
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It's '88 now, '73's obselete
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Boy wit a serious attitude and 100% street
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Yea (ha ha ha)
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Eazy Duz It (radio edit)
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