Eazy E - Eazy Duz It Lyrics
Well i'm eazy-e, i got women galoreYou may have a lot of women but i got much moreWit my super duper group coming out to shootEazy-e, homegirls, cold knocking the boots'cause i'm a hip-hop thugster, i used to be a mugsterIf you heard compton, you think i own a drugstoreGetting stupid because i got it like thatAnd if a sucker talks thrash, i give him a smack8 ball sipping, the women are flippingSlow down, i hit a dipping, continue my trippingHitting my switches, collect from my *****esThe money that i make so i can add to my richesFill my stash box and start rubbing my gatFeeling good as hell because my pockets are fatA hardcore villian cold roaming the streetsAnd wit a homie like dre just supplying the beats(chorus)Because i'm a gansta having funAlways got the nuckleheads on the runHit me like that, i make you ask what was itBoy you should have known by now, eazy duz itI was knocking outWhat's your name boyFunky, fresh eazy-eKick, kick thatWhere you from fool, compton, yeaRolling through the hood, cold tearing it upStick my head out the window and i say what's upTo the homies on the corner cold bumping the boxBut you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocksA dice game started so i pulled out a buckThen i put my car in park so i could try my luckHard to roll wit my girl jocking 24-7Rolled one time, ate 'em up, hit 11Got 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 quickThen one fool got jealous, said you're making me sickHe acted really stupid, i knew he wouldn't lastSo i said to myself, homeboy, you better think fastHe went damn, then i went money goneAs you can see, i cold broke his (ha ha)Chorus(wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)I said eazy duz itBut how does he do itEazy duz it do it eazyThat's what i'm doingStopMan whatcha gonna do nowNow i'm a break it down just to tell a little storyStraight out the box from the gangsta categoryAbout a sucker, a sucker named tuckerHe's addicted, he's a smoker but in compton called a cluckerHe used to have a house car and golden ringsBut the cooky cooky crack took all those thingsHe must of been starving 'cause he broke in my houseCaught the fool on the block and cold knock the boy outNow i wanted for assault that i had to commitYea i went to jail but that wasn't itGot to the station about a quarter of nineCall my girl to get me out 'cause i was down for mineThe girl was a trip cold hung up the phoneNow my only phone call was in the ganking zoneAll the things i did for her like keeping her on topI swear when i get out, it's gonna have to stopWell by now you should know it was just my luckThe baliff of the station was a neighborhood cluckI looked him straight in the eye and said what's upAnd said let's make a deal, you know i'll do you upNow back on the streets and i'm feeling goodI got the stupid girl in the neighborhoodPulled her by the hair and it was all becauseI had to show the girl what time it wasChorusFrom around the way, born in '73Harcore b-boy named eazy-eIt's '88 now, '73's obseleteBoy wit a serious attitude and 100% streetYea (ha ha ha)
