Eazy-Duz-It Eazy-E
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[Intro: Michel'le, Eazy-E, & Dr. Dre]
He was once a thug from around the way
Eazy, but you should—
Bitch, shut the fuck up! Get the fuck out of here
Yo, Dre (What's up?)
Give me a funky ass bassline!
[Bridge]
What the fuck is up? (Sup) in the place to be (Be)
Coming on the mic is Eazy-mothafuckin-E (E)
Dre is on the beat, Yella's on the cut
So listen up close while we rip shit up (Shit up, shit up, shit up, shit up)
[Verse 1]
Well I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches galore
You may have a lot of bitches, but I got much more
Wit my super-duper group coming out the chute
Eazy-E, motherfuckers, 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 shit, I give him a (POW)
8-ball sipping, the bitches are flipping
Slow down, I hit a dip and, 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 villain cold roaming the streets
And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats
He was once a thug from around the way
Eazy, but you should—
Bitch, shut the fuck up! Get the fuck out of here
Yo, Dre (What's up?)
Give me a funky ass bassline!
[Bridge]
What the fuck is up? (Sup) in the place to be (Be)
Coming on the mic is Eazy-mothafuckin-E (E)
Dre is on the beat, Yella's on the cut
So listen up close while we rip shit up (Shit up, shit up, shit up, shit up)
[Verse 1]
Well I'm Eazy-E, I got bitches galore
You may have a lot of bitches, but I got much more
Wit my super-duper group coming out the chute
Eazy-E, motherfuckers, 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 shit, I give him a (POW)
8-ball sipping, the bitches are flipping
Slow down, I hit a dip and, 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 villain cold roaming the streets
And wit a homie like Dre just supplying the beats
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