[Incomprehensible]
Well, I'm Eazy-E, I got *****es galore
You may have a lot of *****es but I got much more
Wit my super duper group coming out to shoot
Eazy-E, mutha***as 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 know how
And if a sucker talks ****, I give him a

8 ball sipping, the *****es are flipping
Slow down, I hit a dipping, continue my tripping
Hitting my switches, collect from my *****es
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

Because I'm a gansta having fun
Never leave the pad without packing a gun
Hitting hard as ***k, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, eazy duz it

I was knocking mutha***as out
What's your name boy
Funky, fresh Eazy-E
Kick, kick that ****
Where you from fool, Compton, yeah

Rolling through the hood, cold tearing **** up
Stick my head out the window and I say what's up
To the *****z on the corner, cold bumping the box
But you know that's an alibi for slanging the rocks

A dice game started so I said what the ***k
So I put my **** in park and had to try my luck
Hard to roll wit my ***** jocking 24-7
Rolled them mutha***as, ate 'em up, hit 11

Got another point, I made a ten a fo'
Was taking *****z money and was itching for mo'
Laughing in their faces and said you're all making me rich
Then one punk got jealous, cold slap my *****

He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last
So I said to myself, homeboy, you better think fast
He shot, then I shot
As you can see, I cold broke his ***

Because I'm a gansta having fun
Never leave the pad without packing a gun
Hitting hard as ***k, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, eazy duz it

Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it
Mutha***ing eazy duz it
But how does he do it
Eazy duz it do it eazy
That's what I'm doing, stop
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 mutha***a
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 ***** on the street and straight took his *** out

Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit
Yeah, I went to jail but that wasn't ****
Got to the station about a quarter of nine
Call my ***** to get me out 'cause I was down for mine

The ***** was a trip cold hung up the phone
Now my only phone call was in the ganking zone
All the **** I did for her like keeping her rich
I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the *****

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 my records are clean
I creeped on my ***** wit my Uzi machine
Went to the house and kicked down the do'
Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the ho

Because I'm a gansta having fun
Never leave the pad without packing a gun
Hitting hard as ***k, I make you ask what was it
Boy you should have known by now, eazy duz it

From around the way, born in '73
Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E
It's '88 now, '73's obselete
A ***** wit a serious *** at***ude and 100 percent street

And if you all wanna hear some more
In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother
Word to the mutha***a