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 to shoot   Eazy-E, muthafukas 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 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      (Chorus)   Because I'm a gansta having fun   Never leave the pad without packing a gun   Hitting hard as fuk, I make you ask what was it   Boy you should have known by now, Eazy duz it      I was knocking muthafukas out   What's your name boy   Funky, fresh Eazy-E   Kick, kick that shit   Where you from fool, Compton, yea      Rolling through the hood, cold tearing shit up   Stick my head out the window and I say what's up   To the niggaz 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 fuk   So I put my shit in park and had to try my luck   Hard to roll wit my bitch jocking 24-7   Rolled them muthafukas, ate 'em up, hit 11   Got another point, I made a ten a fo'   Was taking niggaz 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 bitch   He pulled out his gat, I knew he wouldn't last   So I said to myself, homeboy, you better think fast   He shot (gunshots), I shot (gunshots)   As you can see, I cold smoked his ass (ha ha)      Chorus      (Wait a minute, wait a minute, who does it)   Muthafuking 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 muthafuka   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 nigga on the street and straight took his ass out   Now I wanted for a murder that I had to commit   Yea I went to jail but that wasn't shit   Got to the station about a quarter of nine   Call my bitch to get me out 'cause I was down for mine   The bitch 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 rich   I swear when I get out, I'm gonna kill the bitch   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 bitch wit my uzi machine   Went to the house and kicked down the do'   Unloaded like hell, cold smoked the ho      Chorus      From around the way, born in '73   Harcore B-boy named Eazy-E   It's '88 now, '73's obselete   A nigga wit a serious ass attitude and 100% street   And if you all wanna hear some more   In one way or the other, I'm a bad brother   Word to the muthafuka