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Eazy Duz It (Radio Edit)

Well I'm Eazy E I got women galore

You may have a lot of women but I got much more

Wit my super duper group coming out to shoot

Eazy E homegirls cold knocking the boots

'Cause I'm a hip hop thugster I used to be a mugster

If you heard Compton you think I own a drugstore

Getting stupid because I got it like that

And if a sucker talks thrash I give him a smack

8 ball sipping the women are flipping

Slow down, I hit a dipping, 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 villian cold roaming the streets

And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats


Because I'm a gansta having fun

Always got the nuckleheads on the run

Hit me like that, I make you ask what was it

Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it

I was knocking out

What's your name boy

Funky, fresh Eazy-E

Kick, kick that

Where you from fool, Compton, yea

Rolling through the hood, cold tearing it up

Stick my head out the window and I say what's up

To the homies on the corner cold bumping the box

But you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocks

A dice game started so I pulled out a buck

Then I put my car in park so I could try my luck

Hard to roll wit my girl jocking 24-7

Rolled one time, ate 'em up, hit 11

Got another point, I made a ten a fo'

Was cleaning up fast and was itching for mo'

Laughing in their faces cause the boy was too quick

Then one fool got jealous, said you're making me sick

He acted really stupid, I knew he wouldn't last

So I said to myself, homeboy, you better think fast

He went damn, then I went money gone

As you can see, I cold broke his (ha ha)


(Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)

I said Eazy duz it

But how does he do it

Eazy duz it do it eazy

That's what I'm doing


Man whatcha gonna do now

Now I'm a break it down just to tell a little story

Straight out the box from the gangsta category

About a sucker, a sucker named Tucker

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 of been starving 'cause he broke in my house

Caught the fool on the block and cold knock the boy out

Now I wanted for assault that I had to commit

Yea I went to jail but that wasn't it

Got to the station about a quarter of nine

Call my girl to get me out 'cause I was down for mine

The girl was a trip cold hung up the phone

Now my only phone call was in the ganking zone

All the things I did for her like keeping her on top

I swear when I get out, It's gonna have to stop

Well by now you should know it was just my luck

The baliff 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 I'm feeling good

I got the stupid girl in the neighborhood

Pulled her by the hair and it was all because

I had to show the girl what time it was


From around the way, born in '73

Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E

It's '88 now, '73's obselete

Boy wit a serious attitude and 100% street

Yea (ha ha ha)


Eazy Duz It (Radio Edit) / Eazy-e

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