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
'Cuz 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
(Pow)

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 gangsta 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, yea
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, I shot
As you can see, I cold broke his ***
(Ha ha)

Because I'm a gangsta 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 ****

(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 'cuz 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
Yea, I went to jail but that wasn't ****
Got to the station about a quarter of nine
Call my ***** to get me out 'cuz 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 bailiff 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 creped 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 gangsta 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 ****

From around the way, born in '73
Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E
It's '88 now, '73's obsolete
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