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 Compton, 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 broke 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